Transience

Red gate risen
from a mirror of still sea
A portal open
above and below

two paths split
by fluid space
So are men and women
four halves two

the left foot shimmering
observed through a prism

Standing in the sand
The grains appear so real
where thousands march
towards the towering gate

The perspective of the right
inventing what isn't there

to see beyond
is to step through
above or below
the vital choice for each

none shall emerge
from the other side
blood or breath
a transient fate for all