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That Cottage

That cottage
one of thousands
and thousands
sitting alone
below the mountains
below the hills
behind the trees
along the lakes
ticks away
like a clock inside my head;
the sound of the alarm;
the kettle boiling;
the man on the stick
at the gate waving;
and the wife out
on the Woman’s Road
setting flowers.


Loneliness gathers.
Here we are.


by Dermot Healy
The Travels of Sorrow (24 April 2015)