at ten, distinctly aware
of something that wasn’t there
a longing for a presence
beyond my own reach
of a like-minded heartbeat
at ten, a burgeoning awareness
of separateness: from self, from others, from society at large
a perspective shifted away from the norms & standards
set by whom, yet to be determined … even decades later
nearly 40 years &
the ever-longing persists
similar to the baby bird in
“are you my mother?”
except… well, quite a bit different
wondering, waiting, grieving
for something never experienced in the flesh
a connection of depth, compassion, empathy
an understanding beyond words, even touch at times
a salve to soothe the years of misunderstandings, indifference
exclusion from belonging & the ostracization
allowing the longing
diving more deeply
into its seemingly
infinite waters
in an attempt
an attempt to accept
the fates that are far
far
beyond
anything
under
my
mortal
control
1. the pull
2. the draw
3. the wave
4. the love
5. the push
6. the lull
7. the well
8. the hand
9. upward spiral
10. weightless
11. ever-longing
12. the hot seat
13. reluctant submission
14. the dive
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