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 winter time

see the plough pitch and yaw across a jewelled 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