we are drifters shifting
in shadows of doubt lost
in a landscape of half-withered thought
we talk to everyone and no one
we argue with ourselves
about how we got here and why
we fantasise our lives
into what we are not
because we do not know what we are
it feels good in the moment
until the moment passes
and we are adrift again
in the unsettled space between
our state of being
and how it will end
……….
Phil Lynch’s poems have appeared in a range of literary mags and anthologies. His collection: In a Changing Light was published by Salmon Poetry in 2016. More here.
Nice one Phil, Michael