"Migrants"

Kurt Seligmann Migrants, oil on canvas

Windswept sheets drape over an invisible crowd,

Their shapes revealed with each gust of air,

Each shade a different tone giving each ghost clothes, a personality,

The individuality of the nearly non-existent,

The fashion of the unseen.

Such confusion felt by the poor, transparent group, 

They stumble, shocked by the previously unknown visions of their surrounding companions,

Startled by their own bodies which are now visible through the folds of the sheets,

Their sheets are their vision.

Though just a glimpse, as the powerful wind blows their vision away,

The memory evokes new thoughts, new concepts,

They exist.

That paradoxical curtain introduced a view instead of hiding it away.