Last summer, while walking through a Santa Barbara beach, I bumped into this very mundane yet intriguing image of a fence and cacti. As I looked closer, I thought how such everyday objects and their character evoke many dynamics associated to borders and migration that affect so many communities and people daily : did the cacti cross/pierce the fence? Did the fence cross the cacti? As I took this picture I also noticed a couple of dead cacti in front of the fence, yet new clumps of cacti grew in the other side along with their blooming flowers. Nature. Violence. Resilience. Life. An organic course on border poetics.