by Ted McCarthy
Always, I see now,
I have been asking the wrong question:
not ‘Where are you?’ but ‘How did you get there?’
Dragged in a river I know to be the same,
whose course has shifted day by day,
I cannot bear to face the sea,
I stay afloat by looking back.
Ted Mc Carthy is a poet and translator living in Clones, Ireland. His work has appeared in magazines in Ireland, the UK, Germany, the USA, Canada and Australia. His first collection ‘November Wedding’, won the Brendan Behan Award. He has also published a second, ‘Beverly Downs’ in the Moth ‘Some Poems’ series.
His work can be found on www.tedmccarthyspoetry.weebly.com