I open the door to find the rhythm of the crickets,

the unfaltering gaze of the moon in a sky freckled with stars,

the plushness of the earth giving lightly beneath my feet.

 And then the hum of the HVAC unit shakes me.

I open my eyes, reminded of this imprisonment called home.

Turning around, I walk back through the doorway that almost assisted my refuge.

 Rotating the lock, I am my own keeper.