each night(like illegal migrants)these dreams cross borders

some leave their bodies in the desert
most leave a trail of tears of grieving relatives
a dream said"GET UP! GO ACROSS BORDERS!"
so we went,despite coyotes,and police,killers and heat
we arrived in the cool of early morning
when the fences of opposition and the walls of criticism
could not take away our physical presence for deportation
Migrants we are-in all dimensions-
Roma,gypsies,aborigines-recognizing ancestral patterns
Others have trod these paths(these paths across deserts
They too have arrived in tiny Bethlehems
where huge walls still separate
and olive trees are bulldozed down
Walls divide villages(and villagers)
When we wake,we see ourselves in towns
small numbers breeding future generations
Soon we may be majority/with laws in our hands
will we make more walls?or infrastructure bridges?
when dreams impel new waves of refugees to cross borders?
despite police and heat,coyotes and killers
Every dream crosses borders in the cool of the night
dies like a body in a desert