Bubble of a Hidden Brook
Streams have erased the surface
exposing the rocks below
the land of waterfalls where the
whole lake drains to one rock hole
a focused sense of darkness, streams running
falling, curling, hiding
in the hollows of dark
spaces between rocks
on rocks with a solid blanket
covering of earth above.
The Blarney House
Yews cut in square planes
yellow thread chamaecyparis
a Barrigan house of architecture
at the Blarney house
before a snack in the warm stable
sitting at a low teachers desk
four of us shared soup
and bread with the birds
before walking into the Druid forest
a deep green and magical place of color.
The Calmness of an Unhurried Culture Remains
Let’s fill our castles full
of trinkets, deep wool scarves
feather beds and niceties.
The next generation will
split the wealth among farmers.
The earnings of a final generation
the overgrowing ivy
an abandoned mansion
managing a gnarly tree in
the drawing room.