Quiet along the border,
Stars and moon reflect on water,
Who would have guessed the effect Power had,
On woman, man, and beast?
Six hundred fifty miles,
Not long enough to stop the mix,
Of peoples, of places, of life.
Must build stronger and longer,
Wider and higher until the heavens can’t see,
The love of a boy and girl,
Divided at the Borderline.
Katrina learned early to be silent,
When asked about family.
She joked about her father wolf,
Uncle coyote and mother earth.
Shy smiles and giggles hid the fears,
That invaded her nighttime dreams.
Dash worked cattle and lived to ranch.
He’d seen them take the water,
From here and put it there.
The Power knew nothing
Of natural flows and the thirst,
The thirst of creation.
“Buenos Dias,” she said one morning,
To a pickup and a cowboy hat.
Kat knew better than to smile big,
The way he did, with such swag.
“Good morning,” he boasted,
Chest out and head high.
“Dash and Kat have a good ring,
Don’t you know?”
They met at sunset in a cabin,
In the shade of the Borderline.
The morning brought a sense of place.
Kat spied a wolf couple and two pups,
Through the pane-less window.
“Dash, that will be us,” she whispered.
“Kat, then let it be,” he answered.
Bingo came under a full moon,
His eyes filled with shooting stars.
No wonder he grew so tall,
So fast; to see beyond the Borderline.
The night the ICE-men came for Kat,
Dash and Bingo had no choice.
They stood back as the van took their own,
And howled in despair.
Soon many joined the pack,
Peering through the wall of fences.
At the Borderline both sides ran the gamut,
Back and forth in emotional and physical despair.
The wall extended further,
By the decree of Power.
Families divided—couldn’t get through.
Except to touch snouts or fingers,
Before the Borderline militia threatened,
With freedom denied or death.
“There have been walls like this,
Built to deny and control,” said Dash.
“Yes, I know and they did not last,” Bingo pondered,
With the strategy bouncing in his head.
“We will bring Kat and Los Lobos home,
On the next full moon.”
The Power ordered a cover-up,
Of how a Dreamer could be deported.
Kat faced the Press from her refuge,
In the church near the Borderline.
She could see the wall of fences,
From the pain-filled window of her soul.
Dash and Bingo gambled all they had,
To spread the word of wrongs to be righted.
Their travels took them places,
Where anyone would listen to the pleas of families divided.
No one knows how it happened,
How a Wolf Pack and a Mujer came to Power.
The Press swarmed the White House lawn,
To report the confrontation between Ruler and Ruled.
Bingo led the Mass of People—
Until they filled the World with new understanding.
He stood tall and saw Beyond the Borderline.
