On invitations

Feeling this again this year, with a two or three degree shift. Wondering at the beauty and synchronicity of the universe as well as the dream-like qualities it seems to have in these moments..

​"On invitations"- by Krysta Rosina
I invited you into my garden
not to build or tow
but because I imagined you might like it there and appreciate
the flowers
Maybe sit and drink some tea
Not one, or two, even three
but four doors have been left open
of varying shapes and sizes
You have not taken one
I am fearful that I have not seen you
As if your lack of entrance
speaks to the potential of others
to do the same
But mostly I am irritated.
At this time, the gates are closing.
You "may" be allowed access in the future-
-but only if your knock is loud enough.