Poetry- Melissa Mulvihill

Fata Morgana

I am lost on the Lake
deliberately at sea
tossing about in moody waves
raging in storms of fictive selves
struggling for a
critical angle

ebbing in the middle of my life
suffering from erratic life sources
changes in speed and direction
not steadfast
vanishing occasionally
absconding on the horizon haze

a fata morgana
my light passing
obliquely through
the illusions of
blazing beginnings
and conjured endings

casting about and reeling in
before I come
to naught
dispersed and scat...


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