George McWhirter
Of barhall conversation Where I heard a man say
"We all came in boats
Or walked across the Bering Sea.
There wasn't anyone
Who did'nt get their feet wet
Coming here. So,
Our children accept the rain Like fish the Pacific.
I don't complain.
My two are great swimmers.
Their arms turn On a compass
That points south And west.
They will never slip back The way we came.
Page 25, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 28