The Unexpected

There is something behind the door.
Could it be, perhaps, the unexpected?
He rarely crosses my scenery.
For a brief moment, hope creeps in.

Like a broken record,
I wonder what courage is.
How many protein shakes do I need
to lift this ancient latch?

Such an action might not require
a special license or permit either.
I’ve never seen a professional latch-lifter.
Although I’m open to being proven wrong.

“Money will do it!”
I take out my card, ready to tap.
No reader, no counter, no cashier.
Since when can’t you pay for this?

There is still something behind the door.
I’m beginning to fear it is expecting me.