| When I recall this time of plenty In the pause When we had all the time in the world And could see no end to it I will pause again And breathe in deep This feeling of being suspended above my life My wheels above the locked tracks Of routine and obligation When I was exiled From my life across the sea And had to surrender the familiar To live with family When I skated through my days Like a fawn on new ice When there was snow in May And I was home for Mother’s day When we ate like greedy sovereigns In the big yellow brick house Huge meals on tiny plates Cooked by my Mother’s own hand. Aoife Nally May 14, 2020 |
| Aoife Nally… Visual and performance artist of Irish descent living and working in London, UK. Currently grounded in Canada, safe and sound with family. |