untitled poem by Bob MacKenzie Like Omar's guests, I am star-scattered through the universe; like the twelve tribes, I am gone into all the world and lost; like all the stars, I am all around yet so far from you. I reach out to you from everywhere and from nowhere, hope you are whole and real as I reach with all of me for you who can touch all my parts and gather them in. For you who can make me whole as I have never done, I reach out through all eternity and all longing, but it seems that you, all star-scattered, have left yourself. |