Come

If a poem has a lock, then bid it depart.
Do not fumble over the combination
of words that might drop the tumblers.
No.
Embrace the poem that unlocks your heart,
that bids you enter,
"come on in, no need to knock".
Sit with them long into the night,
in tock with the grandfather clock,
quickening the remember embers,
so that when they flare,
you may lock them in your heart,
the words the key upon a look.