Yearning Itself

My heart narrowly escaped
capture on the battlefield,
or so I thought.
Then, I looked closer
and realized it was caught up
in everything,
and that all of the world was
at home in it, somehow,
even the wolves. I began
to realize that I was trying
to know this "everything"--
I was trying to get intimate
with nature, with the creatures,
with my own story and heart beat,
to know each moment, the most
atomic of details, like when my heart
hiccups, and I didn't tell it
to. I even wanted to know
another language to say that.
But, my tongue remained
tied. So I went on quietly craving
and settled on the yearning itself.
I settled on
an emptiness that wants to be
full, a fullness that is the
emptiness of everything and
all.