Underwater Contact

It was not the vision’s ultrasound
That bore your being home to me,
But deep blind sonar of the ear,
The liquid beat of a tiny heart
Exactly like a swishing prop,
And I am a diver once again
Sensing mysterious vessels glide
Upon the surface overhead.
 
With fate’s currents all disturbed now
An eddy of life swells deep below,
Rise, my heart, but steady, slow,
Avoiding danger of the bends
Ascend the slender bubble-thread
Through silver-sequinned clouds of fish.

Teagmháil Fothoinn

Teagmháil Fothoinn

Ní hé ultrasound na súl
A chuir do réaltacht ina luí go fíor,
Ach sonar doimhin dall na gcluas;
Buille mear croí big trén leacht,
Díreach cosúil le fuaim an prop.
Is táim aríst im’ thumadóir
Ag braistint árthaigh diamhaire
Ag tormáil thar mo cheann go hard.
 
Le feachtaí na cinniúna suaite,
Cúlsruth beatha thíos ag borradh,
Éirigh a chroí, go sochma réidh,
Ag seachaint tinnis díchomhbhrú,
Lean corda caol bolgáin go barr
Tré scamall álainn airgead éisc.