ALWAYS YOU ARE

father dear father
you are
the sky over Ballygarvan

you are
the waves crashing
against the Old Head of Kinsale

these the places
where
you were a child

you are the sunlight
that enters
in a morning

you are the shadows
as it leaves
in an evening

the things of now
that are forever
present

father dead father
you are alive
in all the things I see

father dear father
you are
never dead

as long
as you
live in me