(15/07/56 / Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.)

Traveling Across The Hours Of Daylight

TRAVELING ACROSS THE HOURS OF DAYLIGHT

the sea
herding its flock of islands
through a sunset

I fall to sleep
with a warm breeze for a blanket
a cloud for a pillow

a cloud
balanced on the tightrope
of an horizon

clouds
form their own mountains
above the mountains

a crescent moon chats
to the sleepy hill
a bird eavesdrops

the sun
bleeding into
a river

I travel across
the hours of daylight
to meet a harvest moon

moon and I
both arrive at the mountain
at the same time

moon rests
on the mountain's shoulder
I lie at their feet

birds
erect a barrier of song
'...this space is mine...mine...mine...'

we march into town
the Present & I
the Past lumbering behind

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