Doors and Windows: A Poem

"Doors and Windows"

Is there ever a moment
When doors aren't opening or closing
And windows aren't
Cracked
At the hand of a mother
Letting some fresh air in
Or by a stray baseball
Flying just enough off course
Just enough off course
To remind us of the fragility
Of each moment
Which is there
Then gone
Just as the doorknob turns
To let in another ghost
Or another guest
Another
Whose presence graces us
And haunts us
Whose being-with-us challenges us
To pick the lock
With the clicking of metal on metal
As the clock ticks
Click, click, click
And open another door