Boundaries

Not everyone is privy to my presence.

Not everyone gets access.

I decide the threshold.

Who enters.

Who learns the shape of my light.

My silence is not permission.

My distance is not cruelty.

I have learned what it costs

to leave every window open,

to mistake every knocking for love.

What remains is mine.

My quiet.

My fire.

I am learning

that closed doors can still hold warmth.

That chosen hands arrive gently.

That light does not owe itself

to every passing shadow.

Those who enter now

know how to knock.

James Turrell, Skyspace installation (Rocky Mountains)