Passion flower — photo by author

Longing is what the earth feels for the moon
once a part, now held in orbit

longing is an ocean between
longing is the sailor for home

longing is for what might have been
and for memories denied

longing is the wanderer for rest

longing is the first spatter of rain
when the earth is hard and dust bitter

longing is what my hand feels when I think of you
and the emptiness where you should fit



benjamin weinberg

Writer, walker, poet, educator. Commercial fisherman, builder, donut maker, organic grower. Boston, U. City, Maine, South Africa, Madrid.