Other Than Longing
Every traveler knows a kind of despair other than longing
And waits by the gate of departure where other than longing
She thinks of a place she once knew–another country
Floating in a rose-scented air other than longing
Where the wild sparrow feeds on the sunflower’s heart
Then turns its eyes upward with a stare other than longing
Even the tourist can taste the bitterness of someone else’s salt
The desolation (climbing someone else’s stairs) other than longing
We are all orphaned islands the mountain left behind
Drifting across ruined seas broken spheres other than longing
Every exile knows the irreversible currents of the tailwind
That push the flight beyond a nightmare other than longing
Everything we can’t carry must be abandoned must be lost
And there is nothing to fear other than longing
At the end of the line we turn back for a final look
Take inventory of all that disappear other than longing
What in this world are we waiting for?
What else is there other than longing?
Every passenger at the gate answers the same:
I have nothing to declare other than longing