Myanmar, Burma
   Myanmar, Burma                When entering a place  that has two names   one must watch the streets   where we place our feet   as both traveler and   citizen of the globe     a world of extremes   gilt domes of temple worship   bordering the tents of cities   meant to be impermanent but never   seem to disappear     how the hills are in our hands   how the displaced are gems   among the treasures  and that everything is precious        NOTE:   1. Photos by the author  2. I decided to publish this poem after watching the "Families Belong Together" rallies across the country.