I am pacing back and forth.
The doors slide open as I approach
And shut as I leave.
Open, close.
Open, close.
Back and forth.
Open, close.
The doors are holding their breath.
They are hoping that
This time
I will walk through them
And keep going
And never return.
I turn around.
The doors close.
Back and forth,
Open, close.
I pace to feel
Like I am going somewhere
Like I have a purpose–
But the endpoint shifts from wall to wall.
It is not working.
The sign on the doors says
Caution.
Automatic doors.
Caution! Caution!
Back and forth.