Ruth Poniarski – Passage

An enclosure of time

A sail to guide me on

an ivy pass not emerged

until one treads the ridge

and builds the past

Where the path is obscured

on the screen of muzzled


Impacting a common era

observing a margin of history

lured by my reflection

As I lay inert

when I travel an edge

between my shadow

a frontier on either side

and love a threshold

where construction is viable

Perceptions yield to a passage

toward a dream

The zenith of my sight.

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