A darkening sky begins to cry
falling leaves paint abstract art
on an october coloured river
Motionless
beneath an overhanging bank
a steel grey heron stands
a lone sentinel on his stone plinth
watching and waiting
The cold rain forms pearls on ruffled plumage
a shake of his head dicards accumulation
without the loss of concentration
In my roving mind
I am a ten year old boy
school green tie
shirt sleeves and short pants
standing to attention
awaiting Erskine Childers
guard of honour, O' Riada mass
Storm clouds pass
while lost in retrospection
suddenly in a flurry of feather and pearls
a lightening strike
His beak ajar, a salmon parr
is deftly turned from side to slippery side
head first down the gullet slide
Motionless
again both it and I
half afraid of breathing
and miles from anywhere
beneath mute meandering skies
we share this act of being.
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