No Borders
Sand has no borders
It hoards no one
Except those attuned to watching it disappear and resettle
elsewhere.
If I could,
I would choose to be sifting
Intermittently between two borders
In an interesting part of the world.
I would know
Everything in sight and then when I grew tired
I would let the wind
Resettle me in another territory
And my saga would restart.
This way I could see
The world from two sides
Where I was
And
Where I am heading.

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