‘Somewhere’: a poem by John Fuller



Somewhere I once belonged.
Who knows where?
But like the map englobed
My journey’s clear.
I must find out.
I must go there.
For the past is space
That must be crossed,
Memory a face
That’s not quite lost.

Somewhere within me
A remembered promise,
Hard to misprove,
A spoken word
That is love’s premise,
Trajectory of bird
When it migrates
In secret purpose,
However hard
The route proposed.

Let the exile then return
In evening peace
However late,
As from the dead
And in forgiveness,
With homecoming’s pace
And horizon’s red
Where clouds hovered,
And somewhere overhead
The uncorking sound of geese.

John Fuller

About John Fuller

John Fuller's latest volume of poetry is 'The Bone Flowers', a book-length discursive narrative about the death of a fashionable art collector, published by Chatto & Windus to celebrate his 80th birthday in 2017. A Collected Poems (1996) and a New Selected Poems (2012) are also available from Chatto. His new novel, 'The Clock in the Forest', was published by Shoestring Press in February.