a window to the mind, a keyhole for the locked terrors. there is no key much like in life there is no path. perhaps since life has many paths this key hole has many keys. one for my future house, one for my mind, one for his, one for everything like a master key. in the depths of the school those keys fly around, their flapping wings loud and menacing.
which will you choose?
that which leads to owning a cat? that which leads to interest in science and spacecraft?
we define things by shape and size but on paper a cat, an old key hole, and a spaceship all have the same size. it’s all about angle. much like perspective and opinion changes us, it changes how we see things. someone else may not see the keys and you may tell them, chose anyway but if they don’t like that one they can drop it down the sewer and get a new one.
instead of a cat, maybe a dog. instead of space, maybe the sea.
it’s not me who chooses what others do like a higher deity
or two or three.
or even one for each season and
concept like samhain and his fellows.
black cats have green eyes that reflect us like this ink reflects me.
or is it just that i see what the cat sees which is me
as i crowd his face and coo soft kitty.
some fear black cats and tall ladders and mirrors but without the cat you won’t feel love and without the ladder you won’t find the key and without the mirror you cannot see.
even if you didn’t want to see, the key still tells you you have to
because then you’ll climb the ladder and
find a key or two or three. you’ll pick and choose
or want to use all three.
but that’s not how it works on earth or in space or in the sea.
the key is a hierarchy of living and dying
in the sea, there are fishes that are bigger than humans but on earth we and our machines are bigger – much bigger than cats.
in space it’s like under water; there are new rules and you can only breathe sometimes. with caution you live and you choose the key that says you need to adapt to this non-earthly environment. you’ll need a suit and a team.
they each have their own key
but we don’t have the same door
even if we have the same space ship because
they might own a snake or a guinea pig
instead of a soft black cat.
and on the day of samhain
they might pretend they aren’t home
even though you’re out in the cold rain
giving each child their own key
in the form of candy.
perhaps the higher deity or your fifty
will seize the key
just as you seize the day and buy an orange cat instead.
i’ll then say “go buy a ladder and get a new key,”
and he may say “sit in a field and look up at the stars”
and your key hole will change into that one that allows you to go to space.
all key holes can change, with the help of who or what you ask?
whether a ladder, a mirror,
a thought or a high deity,
i don’t know. the point is, the key will let you know.
or maybe it won’t because the idea of knowing is appalling and you don’t want to, in which case you should sit at home with a tea and your orange cat.
the keyhole will take you where you need to be and the will in your choice of key will take you farther.