rosslare (1985)

the pull of the tide, moons strength on earth

minute organisms and bonding glue

that dissolves in death the spray of grey ocean

as i wandered sickly into the dark

the ferry ship bridging peoples twixt and hither

after train ride from dublin to rosslare

trench coats with collars stiffly angled,

wandering beach driftwood smooth from battering slams

soft thru relentless beating of waters fist

pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells

whatever i wrote in natures chalkboard

how long did it stand? was the cauliflower growing

over the gloomy grey swirl merely another ferry

chugging steamy or was it offspring of yet more

driving dismal edge depleting

water pounding loves?



(age 18, 1985. Ireland)