Archives for posts with tag: Water

Ocean to mountain –

Now a riverside pathway ~

Folding space and time.


Thunder a-rumbling ~
Cosy raindrops on my roof ~
Flashing memory

Frogs and Old Pond thoughts –
Try to mouth the Basho sound ~
Seeking resonance. 

Sunlit Potomac –
Autumn commute, stop reading ~
The water lit up.

End of a good day –
Lighting a beach fire with flint ~
Making memories.


Go fishing again –
Finally catch one, for once ~
Throw it back, happy. 


Look at the island –
Floating over the corals ~
Laughter, suddenly. 


Snorkeling the reef –
Losing count of the new fish ~
Forgetting to breathe.


To the Motherland for a while –
It is clear that I must visit the Sea –

Pick up the familiar clasts and cast them into the surf –

The headlands that I can trace in my sleep, as familiar as the back of my hands (changing with age, wind and sun) –

The sound of the waves, hypnotic and addictive, never easy to leave –

Easier knowing they will always be there, indeed there will always be an Ireland, long after we are all gone.


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