Here Is Never Here

Here is never here.
Here is always somewhere else,
sometime else, some other thing:
that which we never can quite grasp.

Here is never here.
It is the point of the sunset over the horizon,
the tomorrow that is never quite promised
because it is never quite known.

Here is never here.
Neither is it there:
it lies in the twilight between desires and reality,
a siren's song of the almost possible.

Here is never here.
And so we wander,
ever seeking for that which might easily be
within our grasp if only we said:

"Here is here".