Here We Go Again

E. A. Markham
She sat for days in the posture of prayer, With eyes closed could see leaves returning
To the trees, birds restoring harmony to the island; And two weeks on they say to her, we say to her:
Open your eyes and see leaves returning to the trees, Birds restoring harmony to the island.
And she's afraid, she's afraid ...
And here we are again, Brothers & Sisters ... Three weeks after Hugo she can hear the piano:
She knows the sounds of this house, the old days
From kitchen, from animal Pound, from washing-trough, She was part of the music that kept it safe,
And we, cut off from those sounds console her, Accompany her: Yeah, I just found joy ...
She's in shock, off her head confusing The washing of sheets in the old house
With her daughter's laundering in the new bank:
I just found joy ... trickle of leaves ... Yeah ... We're just poor people
On this patch of ground in Harris', gathered
o Lord, on a storm-damaged morning ... I just found joy ...
Was here in '24 Was here in '28
Will be here the day Soufriere
Vomit corruption back in we face. Will be here for the Fire, the Flood ... ... Just found joy I'm as happy as ...
Another week: This isle is full of noises ...
Emergency generators coughing like birds, farting, backfiring like birds ...
And the Red Cross and books in the Library To bring harmony back to the island ...
And Persian carpets from our walls in Highgate,
And grandparents sitting again on the front verandah To bring harmony back to the island ... Just found joy ...
Page 44, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 28