A knock on my door
in the middle of the night.
Who is it?
A window opens
in a room that was locked.
Anyone there?
The phone rings.
I hesitate.
Hello?
My dog barks
as if there’s a stranger in the room
but she’s looking at me.
I see myself in the mirror,
half-there, half-not.
Not fading, just not ready
to step into the light.
Too scared to shine,
too stubborn to be put out,
too restless to stay stuck.
I just hide.
Like the moon behind a thick cloud.