after 2 years living in Cape Breton we returned to Ireland. for a short while we stayed with Michelle’s family in Balreask, while we sorted out a house of our own. This poem was written then 2004 – I was still a bit high about being in Ireland again. Maeve is , for me the goddess of sovereignty of the land. It was a good morning.
Earliest morning I been up
Since we got here
Out in the garden Qi gong cup of tea
One crow on the aerial above the chimney
Is that you ?
Is that really you Maeve?
Yes you are sleek and shiny really beautiful today.
Tilts her head towards me
As if surprised
Then clucks a few syllables in return.
Can we stay Maeve? Can we make our home here
Well not exactly here but in this country…
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