Words and the world passing by; how it sings to me; how I clamour back.
Uisce
I hiss like a hungry kettle
My faltering Gaeilge
Always practiced at the altar
In honour of Her
Uisce arís
Not even knowing
If it makes sense to say
Water again
Water again
Red and flowing
Life and dreams
Surely, hardly
What it seems?
Looking for hidden meaning
Trying to understand
Trying to catch the reflection
But breaking it into
Ripples
With my clumsy fingers
Uisce
Water
I see the card again
Roll my eyes at myself
Head to the kitchen
With a glass.