27th March 2016 (in nature)

by Brendan Strong

Mad sea rolls its waves
Foaming at our gazes,
We have nothing to say.

Lights across the lough
Are not enough.
The weather and our recent history have been covered.

So we stare, together.
Alone, silent, thoughts gathering
To come to maybe nothing.

We don’t know how many lives
The sea has swallowed in our time,
And hides with its black sheen at night.

But then at day – we agree-
You have never seen such beauty
In nature. Such mad, violent beauty.

Where the sea meets us,
The sand shifts, but the land
Rises to stone-faced heights

Bearded with heather
And gorse, change the light
And fall in love with fearful beauty.