TWO DOORS

Our large dinning hall that faces the Bay
with windows almost everywhere
has, at its back, two revolving doors –
each which seems with appropriate markings:

IN for one and OUT for the other.

One of the things I do on occasion
when sitting in that room while feast-waiting
and I have good eye contact with those doors
is to note that the waiters and waitresses
pay little heed to IN and OUT.

They often go IN the OUT door
and out the IN door.

And they do so without collisions
and I can’t fathom how they do it.

Sometimes it’s the most impressive phenomenon
I see in all my wakeful hours.

When I exit that dining hall at the end of my meal
I may go perilously close to those swinging doors
but somehow I take on a waiter’s karma
and avoid these particular dangers of our existence.

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