Poem “The Gossamer Curtain” by Victoria Vakser, ’26

Sometimes
Time seems but a sad joke
Millions of tiny pictures
Bright, flashy,
Cheap.
All crowded
Into a frame which reads,
Your Life.
But if you push aside
That frame,
You’ll see a curtain
From afar
It looks so thick
You could never see through.
But if you come up close
You’ll see
It’s really made of
Gossamer
Woven by fairy-fingers
And spun on
Dreams.
Sometimes
I flick the corner of that curtain,
And glimpse
What lies Beyond—
But then, against my will,
My hand
Pulls back,
It’s Not Your Time Yet.
And so I turn
To face Reality.