[gloryblaze]

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/55806/the-long-hill-56d237bcb54a0

[FES0844]

There are doors one does not open in the chambers of the mind. Closed and the keys discarded for the rust of years to find.
When the time has reached the hour, like the chiming of a clock,
Memory picks up the key and turns it in the lock.