In through the outdoor and out through the in

So many doors to manage

I wake

I rise

I open the bedroom door

I enter the bathroom door and close

Completing my ablutions

I enter the bedroom once again

Opening the wardrobe

Picking a shirt, socks, trousers and pants

Dressed I go downstairs

Opening the kitchen door

I pass across its threshold

I drink

I eat

Back into the hall

I stroke the dog

Kiss my wife

I wrap a coat around me

Opening the outdoor I pass into the world

Leaving all behind me

I walk in strident steps

Passing through automatic in doors at the station

On to the platform

I press the button

And the train doors open

I am sucked in on a draught of warm air through the out doors

I reach my destination and am expelled

Pushed along the platform

Out through the indoors on to the street

with the throng propelled to the place of work

Through automatic doors in through the outdoors

Into the lift

Fourth floor through the doors

One two three and four

No sooner at my desk

A smile of colleagues a cheery

Hello how was yours, yes

Lunch the phones ringing

Tip tapping keyboards

The hours have passed

And it is time to go

in reverse

Back out through the in door

At a hundred miles an hour

Conversations snatched

And batched

Into contemplated

Neatly tucked away drawers

Reference later

With finger tipped accuracy

Back home now and fed

Out of the kitchen

Back upstairs

Undressed

Kissed the dog stroke the wife

Laying down in bed

Eyes flicker closed

Open quickly

Realise I have been no where

Except in my head

Must get up and out through the indoor

Not sure am I better outdoors

Or in doors instead