Limits

by Drora Matlofsky

I saw a ghost on the horizon
Just outside my door
And when I tried to catch him
I walked into a wall.

He blew his nose, it sounded like
A hamster hissing a dog.
The noise disappeared and so did he,
Only the horizon was left

And a strange pain on my forehead
To teach me
My limits.




ABOUT THE POET ~
Drora Matlofsky has been living in Jerusalem since 1984. Her poetry in English has appeared in various poetry and Jewish magazines and her poetry in French can be found on the Poésie Française site.


Last updated October 10, 2015