In each doorway,
existence halts — you come
or you go. You are nowhere.
It isn’t a bridge to look out from
at the promise of a city
glittering in the distance, nor
the muzzle of a tunnel
you can lose yourself in
with a single click.
In a doorway you cease to be
anything but underway — you come
or you go. You cannot stay.
Erwin Vogelezang, “Man in deuropening“, translated jointly