(Be)Coming Home

Everyone is a little heartsick or homesick,
looking to belong to
their own humanity

like cattle to the land
or birds to the sky.

It’s as if by sweat and love and
long years’ journeying,
we aspire to find the secret of our species,

what it means to be alive,
to be utterly, totally
human.

I left home when still a child,
seeking out my own place
in the pattern of things,
holding the space between
broken and whole.

But now,

time to walk forth into the gap
between who we think we are
and who we’re meant to be,

centre of gravity shifting like
sands from underfoot

never coming home, but becoming home,
one step closer to the humanity
we’ve been all along.