My granite heart is of molten rock
Washed water smooth, cooled by breath
Of reason. Do as you wish. I will
Not falter on my way. I lie
I laid an egg,
A tiny seed of possibility,
In my centre.
There it grew bloated
- My bella luna,
You reflect my sun.
I went fishing last night and
Caught a great big bag of bones
that tinkled and tangled
Themselves up in my hair.
Slieve bends up the mountain we drove
through clouds and beyond all reason.
The air is thinner up here, my head
is lighter while my belly sinks away.