Always separated by longing to belong
from belonging itself.
Always seeking comfort in companionship,
Yet, by seeking,
blocking that internal path
that ought to lead thereto.
thus never arriving.
but never reaching
the longed for terminus
Wherein others seem to have dwelt all their lives,
or so it seems to the Outsider.
Always a long way off,
like the refrain of the Wandering Jew,
“Next year in Jerusalem”
Anthony J Sargeant – 6th February 2016