Rolling hills and cliffs and castles,
land of sea and green,
leprechauns, fairies, and tales of yesterday,
of how everything you once knew is gone.

Eternal moment of time.
Ireland calls us home.
Thinning the veil.
The freedom of being thousands of miles from one's self.

Lost in my thoughts as the petunias try to climb out of their bed,
expanse of ground to experience,
wildness encroaching.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2019


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