ANSEO A TÁ TÚ
(YOU ARE HERE )
Spring had come
dressed the farm
in its best green.
Even the sky
wore the latest blue
a sort of shy
eternity.
Birds had been
perfectly positioned
after a great deal of thought
by whoever had put them
there.
Furrows crawled lazily
across the face of a field
glistening with a newness
that the day couldn't
help but be
excited by.
The trees were beside
themselves
madly in love
with time
who had been kind
to them for ages now.
Ballea lay
smiling before him
Even its very name
made his heart dance.
Even the very saying of it
made his soul swoon.
"Anseo a tá tú!"
he says to himself.
The Irish sweetening
each loved syllable.
"You are here!"
he reminds himself
in case one of the birds only
spoke English.
And never was the boy
who had come back
in the shape
of a man
as delighted
as he.
"Anseo a tá tú. . .indeed!"
his ghost smiles to his self.
***
I am wishing that in his dying my father will return to the little farm in Cork and complete his life cycle by being the ghost of the little boy who adored the earth and sky of his native place. I wanted to hold his hand and bring him here even if only in words. Da...you are here!
Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 1:03 AM UTC
ANSEO A TÁ TÚ
(YOU ARE HERE )
Spring had come
dressed the farm
in its best green.
Even the sky
wore the latest blue
a sort of shy
eternity.
Birds had been
perfectly positioned
after a great deal of thought
by whoever had put them
there.
Furrows crawled lazily
across the face of a field
glistening with a newness
that the day couldn't
help but be
excited by.
The trees were beside
themselves
madly in love
with time
who had been kind
to them for ages now.
Ballea lay
smiling before him
Even its very name
made his heart dance.
Even the very saying of it
made his soul swoon.
"Anseo a tá tú!"
he says to himself.
The Irish sweetening
each loved syllable.
"You are here!"
he reminds himself
in case one of the birds only
spoke English.
And never was the boy
who had come back
in the shape
of a man
as delighted
as he.
"Anseo a tá tú. . .indeed!"
his ghost smiles to his self.
***
I am wishing that in his dying my father will return to the little farm in Cork and complete his life cycle by being the ghost of the little boy who adored the earth and sky of his native place. I wanted to hold his hand and bring him here even if only in words. Da...you are here!
I am wishing that in his dying my father will return to the little farm in Cork and complete his life cycle by being the ghost of the little boy who adored the earth and sky of his native place. I wanted to hold his hand and bring him here even if only in words. Da...you are here!
