More Than a Door

Some are, some aren't.

Most doors
are doors
and nothing more, 
barriers from here
to there,
round, square,
or rectangular,
something to overcome
on the way to getting
something done
or to getting 
somewhere else.

Then there's 
other doors,
ones that dare you
to open them,
that taunt you 
and feed your curiosity,
portals to other wordly places,
passage ways, 
escape hatches 
and slippery slopes
to the far edges
of anything 
in your dreams
or nightmares.

Doors like Alice encountered,
ones that are too small
or locked or talk back 
and point you
in the right and wrong 
directions.

What doors 
would she explore
seeking adventure
and unexpected experiences
along these city streets?

Ones covered in ivy,
ones with iron bars
shaped like limbs
and leaves?

Would she venture
through them,
need a drink 
so she'd shrink 
and fit through
their tighter frames?

How would she,
or anyone, 
know which doors offer more,
which ones to ignore?