Ant Smith

All poems

Lost and found

Not over stiles
Nor by country miles
Not across still lakes
Nor in mountain caves
Not in forests green
Nor in fabled scenes
Of far away city twisting streets
Never there will you find me

For
Isolation's nearer than you perceive
And
Just as absence hearts will grieve
So
Loneliness amplifies in crowds
What? Yes
Loneliness amplifies in crowds
As
Separation swells when you're around

You won't find me in hermit's gowns
For I'm most lost in my home town
Isolation's not some destination
But wrapped inside friends' brief hesitations