Where Poets Meet at the Oddest Hours
Notty Bumbo, 2020
We walked for some time by the river,
Stars just beginning to light.
The insects were holding a concert,
And the birds slowly fading to sleep.
I turned to you,
Or you turned to me,
And said something deliciously deep.
How I remember that moment,
To be witness to such heights of the mind,
And know in those brief minutes
How the heart can contain great delights!
One spoke and the other one listened,
Then shifted our roles with sweet ease,
Watching the moon strut its light.
If ever I get back to Eire’,
I’ll return to that river again.
Walk there in day or in deepening shadows,
Wishing your sudden return.
And later maybe stop for a pint
By that little white tavern we found,
Close by the fair River Erne.