Visit To Ireland

I rest on a wharf

and listen to blankets

of Irish Sea slap concrete.

This is the way the tide comes in,

little belts getting larger and larger,

leading up to the full-sized slap.

The quay is vacating. It's evening.

I turn my head,

decide I have changed my mind again:

what was freedom remains freedom.

Cheer up I think like a monkey in research,

reach in the bag and grab a banana.