I OPEN MY POEM

I open my poem to bright things
here come oranges, dandelions,
come in
take a seat
I’ll be right with you

into my poem
comes a lovely cuckoo snow in its beak
welcome

what’s this?
oceans of sunshine

I open my poem to all that is
that will be that was
that could be
bad move

here comes
an old cat
a pigeon’s leg in its mouth
(shit happens)
sit yourself down
mind the cuckoo
it’s got snow in its mouth

make room for yourself
between
the oranges and the dandelions
where are you from your catself?
where’s the rest of the pigeon?

I open my poem to all the elements
alive and dead and
some ivy comes in trailing
its own wall
the wall falls on the cat
this poem is a tragedy
of sorts

somewhere in the world
a wall is falling on a cat
on a child

I open my poem again to bright things
but there’s nothing left

Osclaím mo dhán

Osclaím mo dhán

osclaím mo dhán do nithe geala
seo isteach oráistí, is caisearbháin,
míle fáilte
suígí síos
is beidh mé libh

tagann isteach im dhán
cuach álainn sneachta ina gob
fáilte

cad seo?
milliún galún gréine

osclaím mo dhán do gach a bhfuil
a mbeidh a raibh
a d’fhéadfadh a bheith
dearúd

seo chugam isteach
seanchat
cos colúir ina bhéal
(chaith a leithéid tarlú)
buail fút
seachain an chuach
tá sneachta ina gob

faigh spás duit féin ansin
idir
oráistí is caisearbháin
cad as a dtáinís chugainn, a sheanchait?
cá bhfuil an chuid eile den cholúr?

osclaím mo dhán do na dúile
idir bheo is mharbh is
tagann eidhneán isteach tugann
sé leis falla
titeann an falla ar an gcat
dán tragóideach é seo
ar shlí

áit éigin ar dhroim an domhain
tá falla ag titim ar chat
ar leanbh

osclaím mo dhán arís do nithe geala
ach níl aon ní fágtha