Drawing Lines
We all live in the borderlands these days, our eyes on a world of spreading battlefields, borders drawn and redrawn, leaders shuffled by attrition and vote, the struggle for power spilling into our houses, our hearts. Uneasy peace, covert wars. Lines drawn in gods and skin color, or the shading of a name. The battles echo and re-echo our daily struggle to blend the sides into a whole— mind over matter, man against nature—spirit and body cohabiting uneasily and dodging mines in the borderland between the self we want to be and the self we perpetually are. The self we try to become and the self we fall back into, time after time, fall away into.
Published in Borderlands, Court Street Press, Seattle: 1999
Onetime reproduction for non-resale purposes permitted by the author with the following credit line: by Judith Yarrow
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