PEBBLES
The stars are many,
like pebbles on a long shingled beach
rippling under glassy water, moving
when the night’s umbrella slowly arcs.
Only a halo of moon on the horizon
might separate them – their aeons,
and I would grieve then for my Age,
for my years and the wonders
I have not and will never see.
Michael J. Whelan
First published as part of sequence titled ‘The Long Hours Await the Sentry’ in the 11th Anniversary issue of Live Encounters Poetry & Writing by Mark Ulyseas, October 2020.
Photos: Michael J. Whelan (2 x Kilmainham Gaol)