There is no wall, yet
an ocean looms

lace currents, fingers into every inlet,

I’d call it a longer coastline

                                                   if you count the rivers

                                                   we forded, our lifted canoes and
                                                   woven hems past the lip

                                                   of whatever lies between us and
                                                   that first meeting.               I only brought

whatever I could carry. I left behind
so many and                            so much

                                                   of what I loved. Let me be

an ocean of stars,                   held fast

                                                   as flag of warning.

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