Boarders Without Borders

BOARDERS WITHOUT BORDERS

Born where we stand
Impermanent tenants
Just … like … boarders
Boarders without borders

Very confusing here
Up and down
Back and forth
Round and round
Oh for a way to get away

We are all refugees
All taking refuge
Consciously or not
Taking refuge
In some something

Do remember not all
Refuges are equal
As time in time reveals

Born where we stand
Impermanent tenants
Just … like … boarders
Boarders without borders

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feelings.

Posted on February 5, 2019, in Poetry and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. American Indians, before the coming of the Europeans, did not own land. They occupied it for awhile and then moved on, leaving what had been there before they came to their children and grandchildren. This poem reminds me of that stream of thought and interaction with Mother Earth.

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