We move with alacrity across
The borders defining us, that contested space between
Your country and mine, refugees confused among
Migrants among refugees pushing forward behind
Multiple war zones and finally diving under-
Ground, defying the gravity pull of the situation not over…..
Did you dare think it was over
On your side or mine, between
Your country or mine, under
The explosives and the blaze, among
Refugees and migrants, sprinting from behind
The barricades in flame, and finally free-falling across
The free fall zone like bloody leaves dropping across
Porous borders. ” No fence can keep us out” we chant as we over-
Come walls we refuse to hide behind,
Never mind the hot breath of the pack expanding the space between
You and me, undermining us, as we move among
Human beings confused and suffocating, not under-
Standing the imperative of our own suffering, we move under-
ground and begin to tunnel over-
Land overwhelmed and suffocating , we move as a family among
Your tribe and mine, as we recover the dead and the dragged under,
We try to keep our vision focused between
Your country and mine, as we slip soundlessly across
Borders of the killing field across
memory and time, over-
Taking the treacherous space between
Your country and mine, moving deftly among
Babies and old ones’ outstretched arms and and waiting buses under-
Tear gas and razor wire, cold cement and brutal heat we leave behind
Stranded territories we fear, behind
Makeshift barricades constructed across
Our old lives and what we thought we knew: the under-
Goings of razed neighborhoods and bombed out buildings , and over
On the opposite side of the city: the other side of town among
Dark figures in a cloud of smoke, we dance between
Crazy quilt and chaos crossing endlessly , weaving under
Searchlights carving space between your country and mine, leaving behind
Shredded pamphlets flapping among torn roadmaps we look over……