ON THRESHOLD

A few steps become strangely consequential.
Something separates here from there.

Conversation pauses.
Outside follows in briefly.

Then the boundary closes.

Certain rituals begin immediately.
Posture changes.
A glance backward.
A forgotten thing retrieved.

Elsewhere loses its allure.
Nothing asks to be reconsidered.

For once, void feels exact.
Need becomes remarkably specific.

Here is enough.

-VLE