Belonging

What is this sense of

Not belonging, of

Drifting listless wandering

Unease

Washed upon the shores of

Living and hoping and praying

To be

To be whole, to be

Complete and in connection

With the world and

Her inhabitants

Enfolded in the arms of

Life itself, a completeness

A wonder of

All enmeshed,

Knitting together the

Broken bones of a

Soul left shattered

In the crash and

Crush of

Modern life

And its

Perpetual

Deceits.