don't look for doors

don't stand
at the door,
the only one
you see,
and imagine
a house,

walk around,
don't look for doors
or windows,
to get in
or out,

and while you walk around
in silence,
stroke the walls
with your supple palms,
feel them hold
something precious,
hear them speak
to your single-malt
essence
that wants to know
more,

and then,
like magic,
you'll find
there are no doors
or windows
or walls,
only the smell
of a warm hearth,
in a house
you didn't know
was home.