Subtle Threshold - BeeWaee
Subtle threshold, half-open door
Same wooden frame as the day before
Light from the hallway leans on the floor
Room breathes slowly, asking no more
Shadow and daylight share the same line
Nothing is broken, nothing is fine
Hand on the handle, cool to the touch
Change doesn't shout, it never does much
Shoes by the doorway, waiting in pairs
Silent companions to everyday stairs
Coat on the hook learns every weight
Holds all the weather of someone late
Mirror beside you catches your face
Doesn't decide to judge or erase
Only reflects what chooses to stay
Half of a feeling on its way
This is a subtle threshold, quite thin and near
Where nothing is certain, yet everything is here
This is a subtle threshold, not quite out or in
Moment without language just before begin
Voices in rooms fade into air
Sentence unfinished, left hanging there
Clock in the corner hesitates once
Second hand pauses, then does what it wants
Window is holding both sides at once
Inside warmth, outside response
Curtain keeps moving, though no wind is shown
Someone else is breathing, not quite your own
Letters unopened rest on the chair
Your name in ink, pretending to care
Phone on the table glows then sleeps
Secret arithmetic nobody keeps
You take a small step, not far at all
Tile meets carpet, rise meets fall
Nothing announces what you just cross
Line without marking, quietly embossed
This is a subtle threshold, almost not a place
Measured in heartbeat, more than in space
This is a subtle threshold, soft as a breath
End of a habit, start of the next
Evening comes in without being asked
Daylight loosens the edge of its mask
Lamp on the desk opens its eye
Room changes color without a try
You stand for a moment, don't choose a side
Door doesn't force you out or inside
Life doesn't thunder, doesn't compel
It just waits softly and it knows you well
Subtle threshold, narrow and wide
Place where you linger before you decide
Subtle threshold, nothing to prove
Just the quiet instant before you move