Grimbeau

Pull the curtains and reveal that wow sky.

Thin cloud sculpts a convalescent moon:

wondrous shivering sad silver presence.

The clouds permit this harbour of  head space

Provoking basks to chill before dumb dawn.

Then watch through the fan window,

gaze past the submarine aerials and chimneys

and glimpse a fulsome face on Kerry’s mad coast.

Promenade across sad Bantry and stark Beara,

then southward to Baltimore and the big seas.

When bright dead and other sleepers cop this

they abandon calm: and bark wild with wonder.