Poet: Gates

Gates

Gates appear on each road of my journey

open gates, closed gates,

half open? half closed?

firmly locked ones

inviting ones, daunting ones

freshly painted gates, rusty ones, wooden ones, metal ones

wobbly ones, firm ones, creaky ones, buckled ones.

Each one opening up a new adventure

for me to experience life’s pathways,

unsure of what lies ahead,

but trusting in the plan for my life.

Some gates I open easily

moving forward confidently,

others I pass by

choosing not to open.

Some I open and then close again

as I see what lies ahead.

Some I open slowly

and make a decision whether to venture on the path I see clearly before me.

Some gates open onto hilly or rocky paths

the way ahead obscured.........

decisions, decisions!

 Poem and photographs by Heather Botha