One night, when I was young

One night, when I was young

And drinking whisky from the bottle

Was a decedent thing to do

Before it became a habit

Difficult to break,

But I did,

We stood

In the garden,

Lovers

Naked under the stars.

They looked close enough to touch

I was like Eliot

Before a door

Wondering which one to open.

Perhaps it was a quantum

Superposition

Everything was

Both alive and dead

At the same time.

All doors are open

All doors are closed.

Sometimes life is

More than a riddle

A conundrum,

We are all in suspension.

I remember a program

On the television where an old guy

In a tweed jacket

Asked contestants

If they would take the money

Or open the box.

There was never much to it

No cats were involved

Small time entertainment

The world didn’t change.

Too many doors are like that

Draught excluders.

If I stood naked

Under the stars

Tonight

Would there be doors

Or boxes?

Would I get arrested?

Is it any wonder

The future is hidden

Maybe never even written,

Until it’s gone.