There was that one night in Belfast
looking down at the lazy glow of the cityline
standing up up over Bangor Hill.
And life felt long.
How could I ever fill
all the time and space
when this little island
was bigger than I could ever stretch?
We shuffled back to the car
I took your elbow
about your kings and priests and
with heroic names.
to see how young I was.
I sooner recognized the tired sighs of the old countrymen
instead of the sweet hymns of the holy saints.