Tag: writing

Dubh Linn Gate Après

The Guinness is expensive
But the house lager is not
The bar maids all pretty
In pleated skirts and knee socks

I come for my friends
For the best band in the town
For the wood and the charm
The best Après around

I love these wide open spaces
With their sparse grasses
And iron red soil

I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery

“Ugh! This thing stinks!” lamented the youngest.

“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.

“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”

We’ve tamed the river
Far below
A dam built down a ways

The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days

Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context

A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?

We leave our mark on things
Our names
A symbol
A statement
Of politics
Or preference
Of love
Or hatred
Or indifference
Or ignorance

Here and there the elements conspire
Like where the Earth heaves up
And breathes out strange beauties
From its belly of fire

Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned

Some ascribe great powers to time:
To heal
To create
To destroy

But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures

A dinosaur walks a beach at ebbing tide
And leaves footprints of celebrity
Lasting hundreds of millions of years

I walk a beach at ebbing tide
And leave footprints of no consequence
Washed away in just a couple of waves

I seek the openings
In the brick wall of my consciousness

I am not alone on this journey
Many seek the limitations of their world view