I came home from work

Tired and ill

Needing to relax

But I found the door locked.

I looked for my keys—

Not the right ones.

Maybe I’d wait for someone else;

It was up to me.

Pick the lock

Swipe a card

Shake the door handle

Still locked out.

For hours I attempted

Growing hungry and sleepy

The crankiness setting in.

I pushed on the door

The door pushed back.

Stay out!  It silently yelled.

So I slept on the porch

Alone and frozen

Bitter and annoyed

Having spent hours trying to get in to save you.

Poem and photography copyright 2007, Sally Stephens