Be Longing

Waiting in the cold stream
So belongs the catfish

Rummaging through the murk
His meals lay yearning
to be found by his whiskers


Wings bathed in sunlight
The osprey glides and prowls in hunger

The wind urges below his wings
His chirps and calls are dedicated
to his lands unfurled below


The soul is seated on your mind
your heart
your womb

He wanders about your dreams
Forever searching for treasures
within all that you keep


I’ve nuzzled up to many a tree
But I have not yet found my home

The sun welcomes me
Knocks on every window
But the blinds are shut.

From the Author

This has been a weird season, people. Despite my posting late again, I actually wrote plenty this week. However, most of it was of the intimate vulnerable type, and I always have to decide whether or not to share those in this kind of setting. (Also, the sea of one’s soul often writes in complete gibberish).

Anyways. This work of mine captures a bit of my pseudo-animistic worldview. I’ve always mourned a bit; how unbalanced human existence is. We have the greatest individual intellect of any creature we know of. We have used this intelligence to become the masters of this entire land. And yet man is the most miserable creature of them all despite this… the creature most detached from the very land he covets.

Sometimes I wonder if this was the only way we could have turned out. Maybe if we were more humble during our rise to power, we could have retained the ability to bask in the sun.

Published by The Poetry of Ants

I've been writing poetry since I was little. These poems have always been my means of resolving the world as it is against the world as it should be. Writing has been my great catharsis. I hope that you and I may be able to share in that.

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