There is an Irish Sea
between us.
I watch the boat
battle the waves
tossing them behind it
as slowly upon an horizon
Ireland emerges
a watercolour pinned to a thin line
just the jist of it
the slight suggestion of land.
Delay after delay
has brought us to this day
the moment
home is reached
the car door slam
the crunch of gravel
as finally we
arrive at your death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem