TÁ AN GHEALACH AG BRIONGLÓIDÍ
( The Moon is Dreaming )

I smiled
at the daytime
moon

all my life I had
been a lover
of daytime moons

a little piece of magic
hung up
in a sky

as if the moon had
shaken off its nighttime
moorings...sailed into our day

"Hey mister...mister!
a kid's voice breaking
into my moon reverie

"You've lost
yer moon!"
"?"  I puzzled

but sure enough
there was my moon
rolling down the hill

before happily plopping
itself into a nice
generous puddle.


I had rescued it it
from a charity shop
and knew it

would glow
in the dark
for my daughter

although
its Day-glo surprise
couldn't be guessed at now

it seemed happy enough
to be mud splattered
and acting |
as if
it were king
of its puddle

the kid pulled it
from its happiness
and punted it with

a fine Garry Owen
that I just about
managed to hold on to

it's dark side was
a bit
cracked

I rolled a pound
back down the hill
which was 50p

more that I paid for it
the kid just beamed
"Gee thanks mister!"

later that night
the moon hung
and twirled

on its string
above my daughter's
dreaming head

dreaming of its
own adventures
gazing at

the full moon
in the sky
daughter falling into dreams