Happy National Poetry Day

I was sent this poem for National Poetry Day, so I thought I'd share it.

The door
by Miroslav Holub
translated from the Czech by Ian Milner
Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there's
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or magic city.
Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog's rummaging.
Maybe you'll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.
Go and open the door.
If there's a fog
it will clear.
Go and open the door.
Even if there's only
the darkness ticking,
even if there's only
the hollow wind,
even if
nothing
is there,
go and open the door.
At least
there'll be
a draught.