It was six o’clock, but it felt like ten
gracious time pausing to be caught up with
my thoughts vanishing – relaxing.
We walked searching for people,
a center to the city Dublin
Leaf covered sidewalks alongside
the river Liffey
with sea gulls’ sounds calling
there are poems on the buildings
carved letters in the stone balconies
‘Except the Lord but our labor built…’
the words moving in and out
as the buildings turned and
could no longer be read.