I don't know where I am going, and I'm
Not sure why you'd want to know.
The daylight is dying. Hummingbirds
Whir by as if they had no idea that I was
Here. They sip. They get spooked,
And, abruptly, they leave, while I
Stay. I just stay. I don't know where
I'm going. Probably nowhere. I've
Been lots of places. Not one
Made me think I was home.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-06-06 at 02:33

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Coo & Co The PoetBay support member heart!
Nice one, Larry, Unsurprisingly, members of Coo & Co are particularly keen on the humming birds ;>)

Michael R. Burch The PoetBay support member heart!
I like "Adrift" and I suspect most poets have felt this way at times, if not most of the time. The closing lines made me think of a poem I have translated: the last poem of Rainer Maria Rilke,
"Komm, Du" (“Come, You”), which closes:

That life—my former life—remains outside.
Inside, I’m lost. Nobody knows me here.