I took Hebron road, south to north, vein of the land
Some travelers passed this way before; crusaders, armies, empires, traders, supplicants
It was a way, effective transportation of self beyond the
Lines on maps, boundaries of languages and culture and 'us and them'
And though I've transgressed beyond the boundary I haven't overtaken the
Wall of noise, the separation of 'otherness'
The road is more than mobility, the past is more than archeology
Bound up in the boundaries
The wall is penetrable, intentionally
Some can take a road to a checkpoint and cross, some cannot
The wall was built over the line, proactively, provocatively
Some built, some broke
The wall is protection, exclusionary
Some find protection, some find hopeless isolation
The boundary is stronger than the wall, as resentment is stronger in the second generation
Some find deliverance in immigration, some in martyrdom, but a few in forgiveness
The boundary is fear, the wall is the manifestation
The butterfly is the resistance.
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Inspired by Course Catalogs & Mahmoud Darwish.
