nothing. and then everything

i sat at the picnic table

with the door

right there

within metres

and the stars

above my head

frozen in place

yet dancing

(i could feel the movement)

and all around me

people

sat eating

at their own picnic tables

set on the grass

and all the while

with my back to the door

i was wondering

what's behind that door?

and i

(as has often been my experience)

came up with several

possibilities

because i saw the entirety

of the experience

as so much like

the trajectory of my existence

sitting on a stage

wondering

and i decided

that really

were i to open that door

there'd be nothing

nothing at all

not a hallway

or a landscape beyond compare

not a mirror

revealing me to my self

not a wish fulfilled

not a wormhole

to the next stage of my soul's existence

there'd be nothing.

and then

everything