Anthony Langford

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To belong, or at least, try to

You sweat the angst
Of regret
The currents seep in
And carry you along
To places you don’t want to be
But at least
It feels natural
And that has to count for something.

Beyond that
Is the open ocean
And while it may be terrifying
To pour into the expanse
It beats falsely
On a rocky discolored edge
With a broken wing
Dumping salt on the sand
As emptiness arrives 
Without a story.

Fitting in
Isn’t necessarily
Belonging
Yet what is,
Remains
Undetermined.

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Anthony J. Langford is a 2014 Pushcart Prize Nominee. He lives in Sydney, writes novels, stories, poetry and makes video poems. Recent publications include Five Poetry Magazine, Forge Journal and The Glass Coin. He works in television and has made short films, some screening internationally. A novella, Bottomless River (2012) and a poetry collection, Caged without Walls (2013) are out through Ginninderra Press. Much of his work is at www.anthonyjlangford.com.

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