At Borders
(a poem of mine recently published by Blue Unicorn, a print-only poetry journal from San Rafael CA:)
Of what appears, stars and insects
are acceptable as unexamined limits
maybe borders aren’t necessary
but they can always be found
even in a cursory scan
the present allows us reluctantly
not on offer exactly
but we’re just here for take-out
by a casual leap
we are a moment’s only borders
one thing can seem another if unchallenged
such leaps are arch surprises
a trial of life without borders
we can now quit searching and just live
in the always aimless present
its casual clothes, its off-hand manner
I’ll have a glass of this with you
or maybe one of that
what was all the searching for?
a spending, an emptying
showing us what we can do without
even as this time-erasing apocalypse
shows what can do without us
a great take-back of our take-outs
surprise borders surprise
my dear unexpected friend;
hair disheveled, eyes reborn with the day
in astonishment – who knew we might survive?
The Dog Star 
One Response to “At Borders”
Great judo throw in the last six lines!