The Show

by Drora Matlofsky

I used to think the future
Was a curtain
Hiding a stage
Soon to be lit up.
An exciting show was about to begin.
I was the star.

I was waiting among the audience
In the back row
Of a dark room.

Any minute now, I told myself,
Over and over again.

The curtain came up
Very slowly
Uncovering a mirror
In which I saw my face
Getting older.

One day
I realised the show was over.
I walked out

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 July 02, 2015