Melissa Studdard - Writer, Poet, Professor, Editor and Tiferet Talk Show Host
Where the Gatekeeper Lives
Inside you, there’s a gatekeeper with all the keys.
There’s a summer morning
shaped like a woman’s throat.
There’s something you wanted
that to unlock suffering
is to acknowledge
that death is the color of deep waters, of miso
and seaweed, of eyes dilated by love.
Inside you, a cactus
bursts with a thousand golden fruits.
The gatekeeper opens a lock,
peels a rind.
There are so many things you want
You’re a bloom of bones
and sacred blood. You’re the one whose sleep
throws itself into rivers,
waiting to be born,
the one whose fear scales mountains
when it could be picking locks.
Inside you, there’s a shipwreck,
and there are survivors
swimming towards the shore.
Inside you, there’s a gatekeeper
to open the doors.
Where the Gate Keeper Lives by Melissa Studdard - Copyright 2014
New poem, first published here on Saint Julian Press - January 2014