Sulaire

Sulaire, at last I see you 
Meteor falling into this sea
Of polished bronze
Fiery sea still holding fisherman’s bones, 
concealing proscribed priests, pirate secrets
I watch from the megalithic tomb
At Cleggan Farm, its great wedge capstone
Pointing like a ship’s prow
Toward western lands
Gorse glowing burning golden, 
Sheep content with the turf on their marshy hillside
Sun sinking while you rise
And plummet, rise
And fall again
Inishbofin’s hills like white cattle
Floating hazy, heavy
On the darkening horizon
While you wing your way
Fish-filled to your cliffy fortress.
Sulaire, sea comet, I see you at last.