Thresholds

I've crossed so many thresholds

And closed so many doors

I've dragged so many packaged lives

Across so many floors

I've glimpsed so many phantoms

I've dreamed so many dreams

A teasing taste of what could be

Under unchanging eaves

I've seen arrays of beauty

And cities burning bright

I've toasted over golden isles

Imbibed the Third Rome's light

I've seen the sky burn emerald

On cold thousand-star nights

From my steps I watched the mighty

Yukon turn to ice

Each place becomes a capsule

Each pane a frozen line

Each to be traded in its turn

For none of them are mine

A tenant of existence

In rented roles I find

While seeking over compass points

One door to stay behind