Belonging …

I may not feel at home anywhere, in any place,

my ties that bind are tenuous at the very least, brittle and flimsy,

my roots are shallow, not deeply entrenched to anything, not to the now and not to the here,

which leaves me holding on,

clinging onto, only desiring the eternal embrace,

of wanting all of what I have finally found,

far, far beyond the pleasures of the flesh,

far, far removed from the clichés of love and desire and wants –

for I, at long last,

understand and breathe, that ever elusive enveloping shawl of human longing,

for with you,

I have learnt the true meaning of being at home,

the true meaning of finally belonging.