The Composer

Susan Connolly
See everything through music those chords yet to resound
in you, swim like fish
in all the rivers of the world. You love their playful surge,
their shadows flickering deep within you.
Dream you are a river
reflecting the world's ill-temper. Clench your fist and darken
with rage. All the fish die.
Waken with a bad taste
in your mouth, and a cave gaping coldly in your blood. Let the dream
wield its power over you.
Go round for days in its sweaty grip.
If your friends wear
their strange leather masks with no eyes, no mouth how will they see
your looming panic?
So you are alone -
you have nothing to lose, and the only way out
of your darkness
is to begin.
Page 63, Poetry Ireland Review Issue 28