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.
