Homesickness

 

I forgot that this is not all there is.

How could I forget such a thing?!

                           Here, there are good things,

        Yes, some good.

But it is always just shy—

        Or at times completely absent—

Of the best.

 

I must acknowledge that I do not know

Most of the better and the best things.

I cannot know it now.

But I can taste it.

I can see it dimly.

I can catch its aroma.

I can sense that it is real

        And lasting.

 

So, for now I will rekindle my homesickness

And remember that this is not all there is.

  

© M.R.Hyde 2022