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