On the sun lounger
Listening to the cricket
Welcoming the breeze
As it gently arrives
Over our swim-up pool
I am thinking
Of the cotton on the bog
During our Ireland vacation
Thinking of that because of
The poet who wrote
Of bog and clay and mud
All as a part
Of absolute solitude
All as a function
Of deep translation
All as a quest
Of self-understanding
With wave after wave after wave
Beyond clay-tiled rooftops
Clay being
Where the working life began
Clay being
Where working life is no more
Blue after blue after blue
In ever decreasing shades
Blue being
Where the love of life began
Blue being
Where love of life carries on
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