Discovery

A few poems about discovery

and such things?

Discovery

Damn these maps

their safe harbours.

This watch for yesterday.

Quartered and halved

as the wind dictates.

All talk these

arguements they plot.

Like hungry ghosts

that pitch and roll

their contradictions,

till they fall off

the earth.

They will lose

themselves.

Here be Dragons!

Photograph: The sea at Spanish Point.

Co. Clare. 1996.