Looking for Narnia
you stand outside the wardrobe
in gloves and blankets
but there is nothing to see;
the door is shut
and the cupboard is filled
with things you may need some time,
blocking the way through
Gazing into the distance
you try to see snow and light
or a messenger from the north:
maybe a lion
or an eagle
or a witch
Some other country
would suit you, as long
as its magic
was only
in your head
and the door
stayed
closed