Improving on a Standing Invitation

We’re happy that we’ve fixed things
So we don’t worry so much
Anymore about the door.

After a few centuries,
When it’s time, we seamlessly
Begin to biodegrade.

We’ve stopped describing the door
As a big hole to push through,
As a mouth that swallows you.

No one pushes anyone,
And everyone simply fades.
We’ve made the feeling pleasant,

The timing predictable,
And the beforehand longer.
The door hasn’t really changed—

It opens only one way,
As always—but we’ve given
It serious curb appeal,

And left it hanging ajar,
An open invitation
With a charming entryway.

Now that it’s more appealing
And predictable, not just
Inevitable, we’ll wait.