Solitude

Keyhole floating there,
vacant occupant of the door.
Anticipating an entrance,
its purpose is simple
though seldom fulfilled.

It lulls there,
quiet, shifting its view
from the dim indoors
to the opulent glow of day.

Keyhole floating there,
Camera Obscura.
Capturing whatever light
the world is willing to throw.

Waiting for the glimpse of shadow
on the room’s backside
when the one
with a sturdy hand,
finds the precious key
brings it up to greet her,
and turns her life around.