To the poet Emily Dickinson

January 9, 2021

More than two hundred years ago

You left only a few words

Graffiti

Nowadays

We rack our brains

Repeat guessing

As lofty as you

Do you really need being understood?

You said you opened your hands to welcome

But you also said you locked the door tightly

Declining to visit at will

So we crossed the ocean

Standing in front of your gorgeous house

Wait and see

Cold lock

Never opening

The password is also waiting

Waiting for that mysterious visitor who understands you