G'day, David!
It's the strangeness of "the Dhoor", indeed the whole first line, that actually makes the poem far from 'unpromising' to me! I like that it begins "when" was the Dhoor, not 'what' was the Dhoor.
What follows is universally true. These "Dhoors" are holes or wobbles in our family histories. In all histories there are Dhoors! But it's really how time lulls us into feeling it's a line. But there really isn't time. And some things are gone when we go.
I enjoyed this, and enjoyed pondering the thoughts that grew from the simplicity of your expression.
Cally
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