Sometimes it is good to get away from everything

The Erne Rushes Through Me

 

A great clean flood to rinse away

the whole of the tired, wicked world.

 

A heron guards the dreaming ivory gates,

my eyes have turned the blue of damselfly;

red gilled perch and silver trout,

swim through the ventricles of my heart

and swallows rise from my throat, stitching

my thoughts to the sky: it is as if nothing

 

bad is happening anywhere: as if

everything in the Garden is lovely.