You pass it by
Every day
Unnoticed
Uncaring
It stands
As any door
Shut between
What’s in and
What’s not
You don’t know
The treasure behind
Plain wooden door
Flat and uninteresting
Joy unspeakable
Wealth unbelievable
Dare you try
Jiggle the knob
It looks so old
Black and glass
Must be nothing I can use
Hiding behind

Take a chance
Reach out
Rattle the knob
The hinges might squeak
So many years
Of unused mysteries
Pull the door wide open
Just far enough
To slide right in
Inhale the treasure
You nearly missed

(NaPoWriMo day 2)