My niece sends me photos
Of her daughters in flowered backpacks
as they prepare to board a cruise ship
or a plane to Disneyland,
but I am haunted by old pictures
of kids with tiny suitcases
looking lost and confused
as they're driven from their homes,
and others behind fences
or in tents, playing in dirt,
bones and stomachs protruding
from starvation, and I wonder
how we'll ever manage to bridge
that huge divide...
