Stooped, shafts of evening sun set sparkling fields alight
As her sea-blue hat bobs above the pointed leaning fence
In tune to the slap-slap soft spits of her leathered soles.
She shuffles her bony way gently along the path of concrete grey
Staring brightly ahead as glittering raindrops
Dance their steady beat upon her scrunched-up face.
A momentary pause. Her neighbours smile benignly as she spots them
Standing there in their huddle of deep conspiracy
Before returning to their dark dissection of the day.
Staring from below, two boys in muddy clothes watch with jewel eyes as
She steps by and remembers with a sad smile the way
She used to play. Play that way with child’s delight
On that pure beach of limitless joy with hide and seek played out
Amongst the Sligo dune’s warm rustle. Hard eyes melt as
She remembers sea spray needling his soft skin and how tomorrow always seemed
Another world away. She slows, thinking back to stolen time she shared one
Afternoon as entwined fingers teased ivory keys while dropping Irish sun walked shadows
Through the room. The clock’s hands moved on, forever stealing time, and she must do the same to somehow hear
That tune played to her one more time.