Ode to the Door

Ode to the Door
By Michileen Marie
I went to the door to pray. No other reason. Just pray. 
But I fell.
As I lay inside the door, People walked by. 
They kept asking “Why are you here? What are you doing?”
I’d say I came to the door to pray. 
They’d say “Pray? To the door?” 
And I’d say no.
Just pray. 
They’d say “What religion? What religion makes you pray to a door?” 
I’d say, none. No religion asks me to pray to a door. 
They’d say “Then what religion do you pray?” 
I’d say none. I pray truth not religion.
Some ignored me, some laughed at me, some spat on me, and some laid down by the door.
They asked me “How do we pray to the door?”
I said I did not know. 
They begged me and offered me payment for knowledge I did not possess.
I said pray to truth.
So they got up and left, to be taught rules on how to pray to doors. 
Because I was doing it wrong.
I got up and left. 
Through the door and out into the world. 
This was my prayer to the door.