Border Crossing

By Merle Molofsky

At the frontier soldiers gave orders.
We were allowed one object,
one word,
one thought.

What have you to declare?
Air, only air,
and I lost it.

Salvation comes and goes,
belonging to no one.

At the other side of the frontier,
soldiers gave orders.

Empty yourself of everything:
no object, no word, no thought.

Breathless, on tip toes, I reached
for the cooling draught of sky,
the froth of clouds.

At every outpost, sentinels
ask the same question:
Which Jerusalem are you seeking?

Merle Molofsky, psychoanalyst and poet, serves on the boards of IFPE and NAAP and the editorial board of The Psychoanalytic Review. Articles in The Psychoanalytic Review,
Journal of Religion of Health.

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