APPARITION

It was an almost

Broken-down door

That loomed,

Standing

Between me

And something..

Something…

I was not sure.

It stood,

Groaning

Against the weight 

Of the wind;

A door

Hanging loose

On its hinges

The damp earth

Had made a feast 

Of the red-wood

And 

The rot on the inside

Could be seen

In ghastly patches

On the outside

It stood,

Rattling

Against the force

Of an unruly wind

A door

Threatening to break

From its hinges

It stood,

 Strong

In its obvious fragility

And I 

Drew back -

Too scared

 To touch

A mightier wind

Rose

Hauling me against it,

And as

I fell through

…Stunned that 

The door still stood

I wondered…

If

The door was

The apparition

….

Or

I was.