What is this Clamoring All About?

What is this clamoring all about?
It’s about connection
And lack thereof.
Everything in its own way is connected
But also separated.
I stand here
They stand there
And we misunderstand
And we grieve for each other
And we move past each other all of our days
And when we die
Our loved ones passed will be clamoring for us
To be with them
Along with so many others -
Awaiting our arrival, are they,
Waiting to see us
And really connect
Like a new blossom connects to the wind
When the wind calls the blossom's name to the sun
And it grows, therefore;
Like a puppy to its mother before it is weaned.
We move along with our fellow man
Like strangers.
The urge is there to know each other
But we are cocooned in our own heads
Itching but not scratching or relieved
Dying but not living.
We are cumbersome and awkward
Missing out
But being prepared, still,
For our day of arrival
Into a world of connectedness
If we make it.
What is this clamoring all about?
As the direction of the seas move in patterns
So do we hopefully
Towards a place of more reason
Where the beloved await us
Eagerly
In love.