I am a boundary with no wall, A door with no hinges, A keeper of light and secrets. When I part, another world appears.

I hold coffee, wear a grin, or take your wallet on a whim.

I am a dark shape against the light, with no fine features shown in sight. Not the shadow cast at your feet, just your outline, dark and neat.

She stands where fear would reign, a girl with fire in her name. Like Joan, she hears the call, like Malala, she stands tall. Like Greta, she will not bend, for tomorrow, she will defend. Not queen by crown or throne, but brave in flesh and bone.

I sit here and watch the shows that I've seen, nothing new arrives to make me keen. I wish I had something else to do, can somebody please tell me what's new? The hours crawl by, slow as can be, with nothing around to entertain me.