Am & will be

Whichever direction
I turn
does not matter,
each time I comprehend a
notion that I just
don’t belong there,
but somewhere
I always am, & I won’t deny
there is an ache that
says___ I’m needed, but
where, that is
beyond me.

Aside from here & now

it is in the distance,
while knowing I have some
purpose in the current,
I can’t ignore
the pulling
from that direction
I apparently just
haven’t found,
yet___.