Immigrants, Settlers, Etc.

Borders
previously thought to be
mostly symbolic
are hardening.

See them from above and
you might begin to believe
in them, they seem so solid —
fences, towers, narrow war zones —

but crossings still happen:
tunneling under, vaulting
across, cutting through
the wire.
Something there is
that doesn’t love a wall?
Yes.
Good fences make good neighbors?
No —

all fences make neighbors
out of family, and we long
for family. 

Every frontier ever
was born of a longing for a real home
unlike the one left behind. 
Maybe we’d create one,
maybe we’d meet one — maybe
we’d kill for one. 

Every one of us who’s ever sought
one
cuts through something to find
one.  Immigrants,
settlers, etc.;  they made a home,
someone drew a line,
blacked it up on a map, and
now they build it up on land and sea —

what in history
could ever have made them believe
it would work this time?