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A man of science-

Who still saw the hand of God ~

A poor student, helped.

(For Philip A. Allen, Professor of Geology, RIP)

Rocks are making rocks –

On the beach, in the river ~

Deep beneath your feet.

Long day soil sampling –

Sat down on ploughed field to smoke ~

Corvids come to roost.

A marble fireplace –

Anastomosing patterns ~

Long since understood.

(For Dave Johnston, a great teacher)

Ocean to mountain –

Now a riverside pathway ~

Folding space and time.

One hour from the strip –
More meaning in one crossbed ~
The Valley of Fire. 

Croagh Patrick’s summit –
Looks down on Clew Bay drumlins ~
Dreaming of The Ice.


Knap flints on the beach –
Show kids how to make an edge ~
Perhaps not that wise.


Incredible calm –
An Island, in a still sea ~
Trinity, a home.


Waves washing ashore before Wednesdays
Before any names for days
Before any names.

Verdant plants lining the foreshore
But no flowers, no grasses swaying in the wind
Nor birds.

A strong high sun, younger
Warm water a soup of life
Insects buzz over white sands.

Plumes rise
From distant mounts
Dusk descends.

Moonless night, sea is calm
Over half the earth, not a single light
Lower Carboniferous, Ireland.

┬ęDuncan Cleary, 08-05-2003

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