I long to belong,

the tribe that lives together,

for each other.

But sometimes I feel like a puzzle piece

lost in the wrong puzzle,

searching for home,

a home safe, warm, true.

Communites are now,

it seems to me,

forced into being.

We are no longer tribes

that live together,

though sometimes I see

people who seem to belong

where I long to belong.

Could it be my tribe is hidden,

that it is there unseen by me,

blind by the longing?

If I opened my eyes

would I see that very tribe

already there’waiting for me?

Moira Levant © December 22 2018

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