Sometime Visitor addressing a deliveryman


You have to get across the welcome mat
To come inside this nice suburban home,
Where residents are leading happy lives.ó
And thatís an act not many can perform.
(The peephole scrutiny may be too close,
Your password, once itís given, may be wrong,
The door may never open past its chain.)
You have to get across the mat once more
To leave this place of such cohesive thought,
Where residents exclude the outside world.ó
And thatís a sign of undue restlessness.
(The peephole view may narrow down the sight,
Your deadbolt key may fit some other lock,
The door may never yield to inside force.)


William Wooley