CANAL CONTENTMENT

Thoughtpictures swirl
Into the open door of mind
Come, enter and follow
Tracing memory�s steps through time

Unable to find my way
I cry out
"The unimportant is best forgotten"
When said words come�

Streaming silver over threshold
The sun caked goldeny sits
In the leafy touchless trees
Along canal wakening

To the fresh green waters
Morning rippling
Flashing thoughts�

It matters little
When you�re singing
Over lockgates waters tumbling
Idling on a bench
Which commemorates
The poet Patrick Kavanagh

But let me praise
In my own joyous way
Leaves mutely falling
And name a season
For colours to return

Buds blossoming
As sparrows squabble
Over crumbs
While I merge
With the waters translucency

Mirroring my soul
She whispers
"Let time die awhile
Be at Peace
My solemn little child."

Dublin �83.

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