letter to our overseas readers


now we're the ones
carrying our gear
to the homes of friends
and disappearing into the back pocket
of the middleman

now we're the ones
going on board
to sail on a sea
whose end we don't know

someday you'll be the ones
putting on warm clothes
and meeting hesitantly
how long will we be together

now we're the ones
not telling our mothers
and calming our children
by teaching them how to swim

soon we'll be the ones
sleeping peacefully
in our new house
on your ground