a shiny
elevator
door is the sentinel
the door opens and the time journey
begins
the door
closes and time
is no more or no less
that which was outside has no place
in here
inside
the wooden panels
suspend time, within it's
yesterday, no last week, last month
last year
within
all fades away,
no sense of the outside
remains while in this wondrous
closed realm
journey’s
end, where are we,
it is today or is not,
for a brief still moment we were
just being
“Jean
Claude Chevalier” 2013
