Invisible lines on a map
Or the imposing walls built
Both designed to separate us Continue reading
They walk into the water
push against waves of resistance
Their wet clothes weigh heavy
in the swell of supposed escape
Women hold in their hands
babies at their breasts
children’s hands as they cross the street
dishes in the sink
Can you hear questions
Laughter lifts me up
every moment lived
pure pleasure moments
Life’s conundrums loom
Like the refugee flow north,