Because we have not had to make
the same decisions, we see sense
in different places. My father
stands in uniform on concrete
beneath unturning propellers
with his cap at the same jaunty angle.
Politically speaking, of course,
we might – we would – have taken in
an acceptable geography.
At least we now have the chance
to see across those sketched-in borders
and call what we have seen
evidence of something that’s changed.