Each day
that comes to pass,
brings a sense
there is something more. A longing for something, I can't quite
put my hand on.

When I look out at the fields
and see the same
pile of rocks, never different,
always rocks, there is nothing
more.

The lab barks if something is
out of place, like pieces of the
puzzle have gone into the wrong spot,
He finds this a threat and alerts all
to this abnormality.

Unfulfilled longing, is like a piece of
puzzle out of place. It is not right to
the big picture. Just the word, longing, conjures
a sense of melancholy. It is not a need for something,
it is less concrete. Longing is somewhere in there
with craving, one of the heart and one of the mind.

I have a longing for world peace. I have a longing to end
world poverty and hunger. These are tangible longings,
which could, with baby steps be fulfilled. Lost love longings are
intangibles or longings to re-live a special moment in our
life, simply a dream longing.

As sad as some longings are to occupy ones heart and mind,
to have never longed is much more sad.

n.