Fly In a Lift

The fly in the lift I buzz around, but there’s no way out. I often hear voices and an occasional shout Then I feel a breeze, but I’m nervous to try I stick to my flight path, because I’m a fly I can’t go far because there’s always a wall. I climb higher, but get nowhere at all Again, a breeze and a new human arrives There’s plenty of food, so I know I’ll survive. A loud clunk and the breeze is continuous The air lifts my wings, but it makes me nervous I am close to the source, but I turn away I don’t know what’s out there, so I think I’ll stay. David Cox 25th August 2021