May 16 2009
Ireland Feels
Miles and miles of green,
speckled yellow flowers,
May’s glory.
Walls of rocks don’t look
dividing, but orderly and good;
old and gray like the ancestors
looking over the land;
walls of wisdom overseeing
the new life in the young Irish.
The sky is always talking here
with fast moving clouds of grey.
White and blue pens writing history
as time moves on.
Rain comes and goes,
sun runs and shows.
‘All in stride’ is carried
to every nuance of life.
Irony follows
And laughter heals
in the moment.
Not in the past
or mind’s future
just enjoying
what is and not what was
or thinking too hard
about what will be,
just stealing time.