... a door opens, a door shuts. In between you have / had
a glimpse: a garden, a person, a rainstorm, a / dragonfly, a heart, a city ...
So a poem takes place.
All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exists and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts.
Awareness of our situation must come before inner changes, which in turn come before changes in society. Nothing changes in the "real" world unless it first happens in the images in our head.