one for sorrow

black
an alarm, a klaxon, sounds like one from a film about submarines.

Dublin, a clean bed

the son has set his alarm clock early.
Tell him to turn it off.
Go back to sleep.
Sharing a big bed with the son.

Later awake
The light is pouring in through the window again
get up
go to the loo
meet the sister in law on the way there.
Good Morning in a hurry.
On the way back meet the son, he is distraught, he had wanted to be up earlier.

too bad.


Return to the bedroom
Look out over Dublin Bay,
Howth and the mouth of the Liffey.


And a blanket of brown coloured air over the town, smog and dirt.
It used to be more pronounced, but it is still there.

Later, watch the ships come into Dublin port, tiny because of the distance, the big ferry with a plume of brown smoke from its stacks, heavy oil.
Two magpies in the field outside, two for joy