Closed doors

with every creak,

begin to speak

when you ask…

The more you question

then crouch in the opening

doorway,

a tsunami of

wonder

begins to erupt from

a trembling heart.

The more you question…

long, forgotten answers

begin to appear

out of dead air,

able suddenly to

breathe again,

as something new,

wet with dew…

yes, to inform you.

When did you

suddenly start

breathing?