The border is a line that birds cannot see.
The border is a beautiful piece of paper folded carelessly in half.
The border is where flint first met steel, starting a century of fires.
The border is a belt that is too tight, holding things up but making it hard to breathe.
The border is a rusted hinge that does not bend.
The border is the blood clot in the river’s vein.
The border says stop to the wind, but the wind speaks another language, and keeps going.
The border is a brand, the “Double-X” of barbed wire scarred into the skin of so many. . . .
The rest of this double sonnet can be found HERE.
Alberto Ríos
Born in 1952, Alberto Ríos is the inaugural state poet laureate of Arizona and the author of many poetry collections, including A Small Story about the Sky (Copper Canyon Press, 2015). In 1981, he received the Walt Whitman Award for his collection Whispering to Fool the Wind (Sheep Meadow Press, 1982). He currently serves as a Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.
This poem is beautiful. It connected with some very deep emotions I didn’t think I had in me. The beautiful thing about this is I connected with this poem/author on a personal, human level. I will continue to ponder this throughout this week.
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I find poetry as a wonderful way to connect with topics that you may not be familiar with. I find that you are able to really feel the emotions this poem intends for you to feel and connect with it even when you aren’t directly face with the reality of it. Thank you for sharing this poem, it was quite moving.
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