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by Peter Humphreys

there are those moments
those very special moments
when you almost stop
being
being you
but
instead
amidst the dappled reflections
of the linden
on the table where I write
I become time
less time
free perhaps
ageless dappling too
the backs of
my browning hands
then
the clock ticks time
but for me
for that moment
time stops
I feel young again
with the future all ahead of me
for I know
as you will know
the sun is setting over Achill
the Achill of the basking shark
the Achill I remember as a boy
dappling 'cross my table
as living memories in mind
living memories that
cannot be taken from me
'til I go home
to that other place
where fishermen
await me

09/01/2013

Posted on 09/01/2013
Copyright © 2024 Peter Humphreys

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 09/04/13 at 01:07 PM

this ode lends oxygen and color to the soul. beautifully sad in ways that gladden the spirit to behold.

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