Inishbofin Spring
from monastic remains,
gull cries rebound off sea cliff
caves and soapstone, echo
the groans of fishermen
troubled by tide and storm.
Voices of islanders
infuse the wind, saxifrage
and daisy in a surge
of blossom after rain
and breaking light that scatters
over graves at St. Colman.
Deep sea anglers, outbound,
are anxious for darker water,
their laughter daring the sea
to bring them home.