There is something that pulls
just out of reach,
a whisper
that won't be caught
but never stops speaking.

Not because what is
isn't enough,
but because something in me
keeps moving-
like a wave
that never fully breaks.

I feel it in silence,
between the lines of the day,
in glances that end too soon,
in conversations that stop
before thev settle.

It lives in the hunger
for deeper,fuller,farther-
not out lack,
but from a knowing
that there is always
something just beyond the horizon.

Sometimes I think it will bring peace
when I find it,
but each time I draw closer,
it changes shape
and begins again.

And still,
I would not want to lose it-
this pull
that stretches me
toward what I do not yet know
but already carry.