A destiny of longing,
of love and belonging
of long.
Of long and where does it fit amongst the
kettles and the pans
where does it nestle amidst the throng?
right here in the centre.
And from where does it spring
and from where does it sprong
it springs here and where
it does not go or flow
and so
And so it goes
throws and throes
and where it goes
no one knows
Until that day
when oisin  goes
below
and says
its here
it always was
all along.