How thick,
How thin,
is the border
between
you and me
Between
us and them
Between
Now and forever.
Is the border fixed,
Rigid,
Elastic,
Permeable,
Cemented by memory
Or lost in love.
Does the border
surround,
engulf,
or lead,
guide to common ground
Does the border separate
or bind us together
In fear or hope
Is the demarcation a river
traced back to a source
past which it is no more
Or followed to its end
where it disappears
into a misty sea
too large
to remain distinct
It takes two
to make a border
If one steps away
does the border still remain?
Who will have the faith
to take that step?