Does the universe see borders?
Do we from spacecraft
or even the moon?

Borders are lines imagined
by powers that be,
that stonewall
any status quo
that serves them,
who tell us how walls
for keeping out
and keeping in
are good for everyone,
that the life of one soldier
on our side
is worth more
than any child-woman-man
on the other.

But over walls
music flies.
Under fences
poems slither.

Could not crowds who grasp
how the whole world belongs
to all of us,
who sing it together,
put us in a space called love,
love that leads to exploration,
exploring that erases borders?

Tom Keene
January 21, 2008