"The Center of Things" By David Tilley

I keep searching
for what's at the heart of things.
Pecking away, Pulling on, Grabbing for.
I keep wanting
all that I don't have in front of me.
Looking for, Focused on, Longing for.
I keep needing
the missing-at- days-end part
Holding fast, Touching slow, Letting go.
Just so you know,
That is at the center of things.