As the Crow Flies II
posted 9th August 2024
getting from A to B isn't in the start or the end but in the journey
Bus Ride to Antrim Hospital
The flock of cream sheep on whose
faces Ulster’s storm clouds have
congregated are
now lying fence-side; retired after
the day’s grazing and lazy in
sheep-like conversation, all mute-
mouthed with
an intentional eye and quizzical
turn of the lip. A few remain
upright, active in eating only,
to have
settled in by return of the next
bus from Antrim.
sometimes, leave it to sort itself
the shoes of my mother's mother are my shoes
learn a lesson . make the cost pay