March moment
This moment’s a nothing
In the middle of spring
But it’s rapture and beauty
Beyond everything.
Distractedly wandering
Among yellow furze
On Killiney’s bare Heath
Overlooking Dublin Bay.
Startled by moments
That arrive unprepared
Invading our daydreams
Surrounded by flowers.
Wind blows in the high trees
But down here it’s so quiet
Overlooking the fairway
Deserted by Covid.
The green keeper mows
As if there’s no change
On the tee box next Sunday
Decorum prevails
Nothing has changed
But everything has
The clouds are amassing
On Dublin’s fair hills
And when the clouds break
The soft sun comes kissing
The back of our shoulders
The heat we’ve been missing.
It’s a modest March Tuesday
As the world spins along
Unaware of our presence like
The cars in the distance.
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