I Closed the Infinite Door

I Closed the Infinite Door

Isaac Withers

I closed the infinite door for the weekend
and followed my weightless heart to a coffee shop
to read fiction like I’m fourteen
and reconnect with the deep magic.

My good wolf finds me here,
pokes his muzzle under my book
and puts a paw in my hand.
He carries scars of self-defence all over his thin body.

I meet his eye and embrace him,
draw him into deep armchair,
his muzzle in my shoulder.
We will repair each other.

I want to throw him a feast, he deserves one,
but you must feed the starving slowly back to themselves.
Then I must follow him into new country,
where I am at long last safe in myself.

Here, I’ll feed up the right wolf,
on full presence and companionship, 
on baths, real rest and undistracted work, 
on sheer play and grateful prayers.

This is the jubilee year of grace and peace,
it is his year and he knows it.
I follow him to Richmond Park,
to plant self-destruct buttons and grow pomegranate trees,
to sharpen screens into black glass arrowheads.

There are many perfect days ahead,
we can taste them.

Taking in the view, 
I scratch his ear and let him know,
‘I have decided to live myself to death.’

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Isaac Withers
Poet & Creative Director

Isaac is the Creative Director of Peter's House Ltd, a Catholic Creative Agency and is currently training as a counsellor.

Photography by Gabriella Clare Marino