I approach the gate,
but I’m denied access.
I’m told to wait
and not be the fastest.
The voice echoes
off the rusty gate
and then determines
my very fate.
I wait in silence
much like that gate,
then I reach for the handle
a chance I’ll take.
My turn is now
through years of patience.
I still wonder
where the time went.
The doors swing open
and I’m the last one in.
But was this place different
from where I’ve been?
Others now stand
on the other side
as the gate closes
creating a divide.
I now look through
spaces in the gate
remembering what I knew
from an altered state.