Dodder, river in Dublin. Cormorant

Dodder passing on to the Liffey, passing over the weir just here, a soothing hiss to hear in the morning light and in the night.
Choir with the tininitus.
Morning to get up, sorry to go, back to Cork.

Get up and gather the clothes, the electronic devices,
talk to the hosts, share the tiny bathroom.


There is a cormorant on the Dodder
Fishing for breakfast.
He heads off in disgust after his picture has been taken.
Coffee and an egg
for that human, those humans

The children are all on their computers.