Belonging

Raindrops from the heavens
captured by the tide
Union with the present
now, a wave, they glide
 
Belonging
Longing to be
It’s as close as
the next breath
and the pause  
in-between
Belonging
Longing to be.
 
 
Far from the cradle
his slow-form movements flow
Mingled with the moment
in quiet presence, grow.
 
Belonging
Longing to be
It’s as close as
the next breath
and the pause  
in-between
Belonging
Longing to be.
 
She dances with the stars
free as when first born
Casting night shadows
the sky and she lose form
 
Belonging
Longing to be
It’s as close as
the next breath
and the pause  
in-between
Belonging
Longing to be...