Status Updates From The Door

The door swings open: O god of hinges, god of long voyages, you have kept faith. It’s dark in there. You confide yourself to the darkness. You step in. The door swings closed.

Unfortunately this too didn't really reach me? I've been moved by Margaret Atwood's prose, but the poetry felt somehow distant to me. I'm trying to make an effort to read more poetry to like it better, but I'm not sure it's working for me.

What I do: I see in darkness. I see darkness. I see you.

Anyway, my dearest one, we still have the moon.