In a Season of Not Belonging by Kay Weber

The feeling of being lost 
from your family 
is sewn into your bones,
must have been there all along.

You apply patches and rags 
to swaddle the ache, 
but it’s no use, they 
keep unwinding.

All your efforts, little or big, 
to tell the right stories,
bring home the right flowers
have now come to this:  

you must rip the rags 
from their place
and hang them like flags
in a new country.

~ from Undercurrents, New Voices in Canadian Poetry
edited by Robyn Sarah (Cormorant Books, 2011)