How do you get published? (poem) by Leanne Dyck

How do you get published?

Fluffy white clouds

Colour rich rainbows

Songbirds sang

I typed, wrote for hours, days, weeks, years, decades

People, who looked like me, walked and others ran past

I followed

I came to a sign and read, 'Publishing House'

An arrow pointed the way

I continued down that road

Until I stood in front of a white wall

Others stood there too

But they were soon gone

Where did they go?

I heard noises

It sounded like a party

"Hey, why don't you join us?" someone called

I searched high; I searched low

But I couldn't find a doorknob or even a door

Someone else walked up

"Hey, can you tell me how to get." I pointed at the wall. "Inside."

"Sure," she said. "Here's the key." She handed me a note.

I unfolded the note and read, "Keep writing and submitting."

And so I did.

I haven't got in, not yet.

But I know I will, soon.

And when I do, I'll pass the key on to you.