Entrance

Salvation isn’t a busy word

fidgeting from place to place.

It looks up at the clouds

and enjoys how it feels

to jiggle a latch that sticks

each morning but opens easily

as daylight expands forward.

This is the quiet faithfulness

behind its structure.

Most people are doing something

ordinary when everything shifts

around them: cooking a meal,

hanging out laundry,

walking toward the mailbox,

planting seedlings unaware 

that borders, flags, and maps

are preparing to disappear

while we mostly go on living,

looking up at clouds,

opening gates.