Blue Doors
by Tricia Knoll

I’ve lived with a great many front doors.
Two were blue.

The same blue painted on those doors
three thousand miles apart.

What most people would call sky blue
or to be precise June sky blue

where if there were cumulus clouds
you’d ache at the beauty of white and blue.

The first door was where I walked out
knowing I got away just in time.

The second one is this one, my home
alone. What opens to the woman

I was meant to be.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Tricia Knoll is a Vermont poet who lives in the woods with two dogs. Her collected books of poetry include Urban Wild (Finishing Line Press), Ocean’s Laughter (Kelsay Books), Broadfork Farm (The Poetry Box), and How I Learned To Be White (Antrim House). How I Learned To Be White received the 2018 Indie Book Award for Motivational Poetry. Read more of her work at