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Back to Rome (Written in the kitchen at The Lodge, 5 AM, Inis Mor, the day of our departure)

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As pilgrims,

No matter what our intention,

We never meant to stay.

My pillow, with the face of a wolf,

Watches me refill my mug.

My broken wing hangs limp,

My dreams of flight

Channeling through this pen.

Thankfully, gratefully,

(By god!) I am here again!

(But why say "again",

When everything is whispering

That being away was only a dream.)

Across the point of return (or no return)

Beyond the graveyard where 120 saints are buried

In single file, we, four of us,

Cross the furthest patch of green.

Deep moss cushioning our tread,

Reminding us of how close we are

To the dead.

(And I, imagining

That we might have been saints ourselves

A mere 1200 years ago!)

Rabbits vanish just ahead

On their wee indented paths

That cross and recross

The belly of the goddess

While an old one watches from the threshold of his hole

As he has, no doubt, watched so many of us

Cross before.

He sits like a rock that rolled from a wall,

His ears flat back.

He'll never trust us,

But he trusts that we will soon be gone.

Our leader shows us where to sit to pray,

Our water-blessings

Mingling with the spray.

Already the distance is muting the thunder

Of the waves

Crashing on the rocks of Inis Meanin.

Or is that just a sign

Of my withdrawal from this memory,

As my focus returns to the kitchen

This morning of our departure and

Our inevitable return to Rome.

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Gary Lindorff is a poet, writer, blogger and author of several nonfiction books, a collection of poetry, "Children to the Mountain" and a memoir, "Finding Myself in Time: Facing the Music" Over the last few years he has begun calling (more...)

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