Time as a Door

If I’m outside
the inside is a mysterious place.
It awakens
those painful memories
which imagination
too often seems to delight in
evoking.  You can imagine
anything in the dark behind
the door.  Separation from is
a great friend to fear.

Inside, the outside seems
like a place to avoid.  It appears
to be that place away from
the gentle eddy.  There,
the realities are a rushing confusion,
incomprehensible and feral. 

The choice has never been
between the lady and the tiger; 
the choice was always between
choosing, or standing still.