Member Poem

I drift from spot to spot,
though never driven to it,
by pure internal forces enigmatic,
yet a sense of stark intuition found,
this quest without an ongoing title,
surplus nuance hinges on assumption,
they loiter, lurk and lounge,
as I peer at the hazy sunshine hovering,
a black pepper haze might dull,
a scarce jubilant  transport now ephemeral,
fleeting as amorphous strollers  pass,
mounting  stares underpin a listless blind,
but the quaint smirk in need of probe,
might reveal that chased after  tantalising depth,
beyond cocoon and dim self censure,
to withdraw into the restless hoard,
who may shrug from close alignment,
is that vacuum day hazard turned blight,
for the keen search hypothesiser’s slog,
whose inside stealthy squint might twist,
an outside plot reflecting back its mirror