the invitation

forget the calls of woe and wealth
the wind is still
the ground rock hard
behold god's wonders darkness pluming breath
the fields the fens the ditches and the stars

bold traveller
come to ireland in the wintertime
see the plough pitch and yaw across a jeweled sky
orion's goat wander back and forth
you'll say
healy's was a trivial rhyme
but it brought me here
and i'm grateful just the same