The Boundary

The boundary is unclear,

I reach out my hand, searching blindly

Yet my hand seems reached in open air

I feel no change, I sense no barrier

Where does it start or end? Where does it begin?


I go to take my first step to where it might begin

I am poised to move but a shiver halts me

My hand is going cold, the boundary is more clear

For there is one difference between here and there

A change from warm to cold, a move to the ice


The boundary was unclear but I am near

Where does it begin? It begins here.



This poem was inspired by a photo taken by Paul Militaru. I have been inspired to write in the past due to his creative work and once more owe him thanks for inspiring me. Please do take a look at his site.



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