Jun 2019
STEALING TIME
( for Mary Forde )
The quick quick rain
falls upon the lavender house
staining it darker than
it was
a minute ago.
A bird is looking at the world.
A moon is looking at the bird.
This is a minute
stolen from 1963.
Time has been
wondering where
...it had gone?
I, a 7 year old thief
cutting it out of the universe
leaving a tiny gap
in the space-time continuum.
It is an ordinary moment
that nobody notices.
I notice.
I walk whistling past
the hours....the years
hoping that Time
never catches up with me.
*
My uncle Paddy's pub at Fivemile Bridge on the road to Kinsale. The colourdy houses walking up the hill were a real delight to me....I had never seen houses all dressed up in their favourite colours....pink and lilac and lavender. I was madly in love with a bunch of houses! They are alas gone now! But they live on in my mind...this moment is like treasure stolen from the past and from Mr. Time itself. Nobody else seemed to want the moment so I...eh..borrowed it and give it a good home.
( for Mary Forde )
The quick quick rain
falls upon the lavender house
staining it darker than
it was
a minute ago.
A bird is looking at the world.
A moon is looking at the bird.
This is a minute
stolen from 1963.
Time has been
wondering where
...it had gone?
I, a 7 year old thief
cutting it out of the universe
leaving a tiny gap
in the space-time continuum.
It is an ordinary moment
that nobody notices.
I notice.
I walk whistling past
the hours....the years
hoping that Time
never catches up with me.
*
My uncle Paddy's pub at Fivemile Bridge on the road to Kinsale. The colourdy houses walking up the hill were a real delight to me....I had never seen houses all dressed up in their favourite colours....pink and lilac and lavender. I was madly in love with a bunch of houses! They are alas gone now! But they live on in my mind...this moment is like treasure stolen from the past and from Mr. Time itself. Nobody else seemed to want the moment so I...eh..borrowed it and give it a good home.
