And Life Came Knocking: More than Just the Lady Next Door

Knock, knock, Bang!

Relentless, persistent. Three times daily, sometimes more.
Requesting things: drink invitations, company.
My patience wanes.

“homely creature”— Yet, who am I to judge? Surely this means something.

Gazes interlocking, I turn – hiding.
Her Circus style makeup, Electric pink floppy hat, Frumpy faded yellow smock,
Wounded rabbit look, Mad Hatter eyes: I “see” her, she sees me.

Knock, knock, Bang.

Always at my door, even when I turn away. Realization strikes. I am her, she is me, we are It. All along, I’ve been missing it. Can’t be escaped, rejected. Her presence lingers so I’ll understand.

Knock, knock…knock.