Written after going through the Thousand Island border crossing from Canada to the USA.
Queue, crawl, window down, good day
Who? How many? Where from? Which way?
How long? What for?
Been here before?
Park, get out. Through those gates
Forms, names, numbers, dates
Terrorist? Spy? Crimes to confess?
(Does anyone ever answer Yes?!)
Thumbprints, fingers, photographs
Of us not them. Stamps. And pass.
Official, uniform, coat with arms
Crossing, crosshair, cross my palm
Who? How many? Where to today?
What's a border anyway?
Draw the line, go through the gates
Divided thousand island states