#162 Crossing Borders...

It was time

to move beyond

the barbed wire stretching

as far as the eyes could see,

a line separating two places,

in the culture, the food

the size and shapes and races..

The foreign land awaited

with a promise of love and care,

a little less than the homeland

perhaps, more than my share,

of the setting Sun, and rain water and

sometimes the blue sky..

Someday I will return

if ever I could

to see that smiling face again

to read the skipped pages of the book,

to go back in time

for all the good and the bad

if ever I could...