One Poem by Milton P Ehrlich

The Open Door

Stranded before a medieval tabernacle,
my soul feels like a fish out of water
flapping around on a cold marble floor
until I enter an open door into a world
where everyone lives like a God—
in awake-ness, in moments of attention,
as it was for me during my toddler years.
I savor my breath as if I never breathed before.
Everything seems new as I discover
what I didn’t know I knew.
I see glowing skeletons enjoying erotic calisthenics,
and pass ice plants, stinging nettles and wild radish.
Smiling grizzly bears, bobcats and jackrabbits abound.
A red-tailed hawk flies over damselflies and velvet moths.
Curiosity is the key to what is.
I vow to never let anything get in my way to the joy of letting go.
The door is just a door.


Milton P. Ehrlich Ph.D. is an 88-year-old psychologist and a veteran of the Korean War. He has published many poems in periodicals such as the London Grip, Arc Poetry Magazine, Descant Literary Magazine, Wisconsin Review, Red Wheelbarrow, Christian Science Monitor, and the New York Times.

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