Yearning.

Yearning is not the same as desire.

Desire has an object, and there’s an answer for it.

Possess the thing you desire—the car, the house, the person—and you’ve satisfied that particular desire.

Other desires will surely follow. We all want stuff constantly. But individual desires can be met in the moment.

In fact, capitalism depends on the never-ending cycle of desire and satisfaction.

But capitalism has no answer for yearning.

Because yearning is existential, spiritual…it’s the knowledge that we’re part of something grand, bigger than ourselves, even though we can’t quite touch it.

Yearning has an object, but it’s hard to say just what the object might be.

Maybe…a connection?

Terminal D: A Poem is a poem about yearning.

It’s set in an airport bar, a place of intense loneliness and random interaction, of anticipation and waiting, of expectation and frustration, and connection, and missed connection.

It’s the stream-of-consciousness of a man sitting among strangers, nursing a weak drink and a tired mind that has too much time to think. It’s the past, present and future all at once.

A soul yearning for connection.

You can find Terminal D, and all of my work, at johntessitore.com.