CORRIDORS

These are the doors of the corridors of my inertia.
These are my hands on the doors and the walls
of the corridors; the door handles, loose in my grasp.
These are the corridors behind the doors at the end
of the corridors of my inertia. These are the steps
that carpet the floors of the corridors. This is the down
I am going step by step, door by door. Corridors
after corridors. These are the between spaces
between floors and ceilings, between living and lives,
the corridors which curve like a flume down which one dives.