PORTALS to PARADISE

There’s a track, a pathway

that needs no passes or codes,

just down an everyday lane:

one minute, in

another out;

without any sign or symptom

en route.

Only an ordinary road.

To keep, walking, going

one day, gets one there.

That’s all!

Just  linear, 3D onward movement,

step by step, breath by breath

one moment - albeit it seems the same:

similar scenery, same old

environs and artefacts -

trees, houses, gates and hills

but, one second one’s in a different sortof space…

mayhap, its not only the external locale

but a morphing of self-identity

into something else.

Merely a perception anyway.

Or mayhap a portal is just a wayside phenomena,

or a passing phase?

Even, it might be there all along:

an indigenous bordercrossing

• entrenched yet vacillating

somehow coherently allied

with each earth-time walker…