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Ocean to mountain –

Now a riverside pathway ~

Folding space and time.

One hour from the strip –
More meaning in one crossbed ~
The Valley of Fire. 

Croagh Patrick’s summit –
Looks down on Clew Bay drumlins ~
Dreaming of The Ice.

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Knap flints on the beach –
Show kids how to make an edge ~
Perhaps not that wise.

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Incredible calm –
An Island, in a still sea ~
Trinity, a home.

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Waves washing ashore before Wednesdays
Before any names for days
Before any names.

Verdant plants lining the foreshore
But no flowers, no grasses swaying in the wind
Nor birds.

A strong high sun, younger
Warm water a soup of life
Insects buzz over white sands.

Plumes rise
From distant mounts
Dusk descends.

Moonless night, sea is calm
Over half the earth, not a single light
Lower Carboniferous, Ireland.

┬ęDuncan Cleary, 08-05-2003

This curious thing:
A wall of white, approaching –
We are in retreat.

Ice wall advancing –
Erasing past and future –
The road not taken.

Ice melts, retreating-
Concrete eskers, black morraines –
Ruins, roads ~ ground ~ dust.

Melt waters, flowing –
Red bricks, lining fresh cold streams –
The deepest of clean.

[There is nothing new under the Sun]

He’s by the river –
Unaware, of detail, past –
The salmon, returned.

Click here for my speech introducing my friend Dave Walsh’s ‘The Cold Edge’ polar photography exhibition, including a reading of this poem.

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