Through the Curtain of Time
The photo over a century old
shows my face.
From the inside, I feel it,
pushing through the curtain of time.
I know my own expressions, there I am.
a look of pure delight
in the tilt of my head, the ease of my mouth,
my regal posture at the beloved piano.
I glimpse my sister too,
in this ancestor we share,
but no, it’s me,
my face in a different life,
young a hundred years ago,
a girlish queen of music
brimming with creative thrill.
I’m the one
beholding the photo,
and I’m the one
who gazes back through time.
©Susa Silvermarie 2018
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