Lost

We are lost in the misty gorges

Where the water hangs

Pendulous and shiny

Waiting for earth’s pull.

We are lost on the road to nowhere,

Looking for direction

On a sweeping hard corner,

Losing control on scuttling shingle.

We look to the horizon for guidance,

Seek the truth of time, yet

It is stolen on the wind, and we turn and turn

And see nothing; not the crag, the hollowing gully,

The stony peak. All gone.

On days such as this, when the tears press hard,

When all is there yet lost – dripping and pendulous,

We are called to that road to nowhere,

Sweeping and soaring to a darkening sky

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3 thoughts on “Lost”

  1. What a powerful, haunting feeling John, captured in your lines such as:
    We look to the horizon for guidance,
    Seek the truth of time, yet
    It is stolen on the wind, and we turn and turn

    So we do, looking out to the horizon in desperation for something we cannot find there, or perhaps never will find.

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