An Entrance

For Max

If you want to give thanks
but this time not to the labyrinth
of cause and effect
Give thanks to the plain sweetness of a day
when its as if everywhere you turn
there is an entrance-
When it's as if even the air is a door-
And your child is a door

afloat on invisible hinges.
"The world is a house, he says,
over lunch as if to give you a clue
And before the words dissólve
above his plate of eggs and rice
you suddenly see how we are in it
How everywhere the air
is holding hands with the air
How everyone is connected
to everyone else by breathing