We live unsettled lives

and stay in a place

only long enough to find

we don't belong.

Even the clouds, forming

noiselessly overhead,

are cloudy without

resembling us, and, storming

the vacant air,

don't take into account

our present loneliness.

And yet, why should we care?

Already we are walking off

as if to say,

we are not here,

we've always been away.

- Mark Strand