Without a key and in the dark

It was one of those days when everything was going well.
I had cleaned the house and written
two or three poems that I liked.
I didn’t ask for anything more.
Then I went out to the porch to throw out the trash
and behind me, with a gust of wind,
the door closed.
I found myself without a key and in the dark,
hearing the voices of my neighbors
through their door.
"It's temporary," I told myself;
but this could also be death:
a dark corridor,
a door locked with the key inside
and the trash in my hand.
Fabiàn Casas
Today I feel poetic; it must be spring awakening hearts... chirp chirp chirp :))