Tremble with anticipation
Search for inspiration
Every color, every word
Every thing holds a key to
What’s hidden beneath its
Surface of a calm exterior
Benign and insignificant until
Skewed just the right way
Turned just slightly off center
And tilted in the light of
A morning’s first touch of dawn
Or the dusky haze of evening
Sometimes only glimpsed from the
Corner of your eye, looked upon
Only barely different than
What would be usual.
Whatever it takes,
Turn the key.