Fin Buckley : Writing

Make space

Make space

A Poem by Fin Buckley


It's only downhill from here.
Underwater

Underwater

A Poem by Fin Buckley


Neither one of us knew how to swim.
Light

Light

A Poem by Fin Buckley


I will know the warm touch of the sun.
Happy New Year

Happy New Year

A Poem by Fin Buckley


May 2017 treat us right
No fear in death

No fear in death

A Poem by Fin Buckley


There is nothing to be afraid of.
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She is the sky

She is the sky

A Poem by Fin Buckley


I am the luckiest of them all.
Our hands are never able to touch

Our hands are never able to touch

A Poem by Fin Buckley


I wonder why that is.
Life

Life

A Poem by Fin Buckley


Your path will lead you home.
We think only of umbrellas

We think only of umbrellas

A Poem by Fin Buckley


It will rain all day.
I have heard

I have heard

A Poem by Fin Buckley


And yet here you are.