SOUTH STACK, HOLYHEAD ISLAND
Beside the first angle in the zigzag steps
that descend steeply to the lighthouse –
where I have stopped to rest lungs and knees
and vow again this will be the last –
unique to this place on our planet
a fleawort is growing, its flowerheads
like miniature sun flowers. A red beaked chough
calls from the heathland above – pyrrhocorax,
pyrrhocorax. I can see Ireland from here –
the hills and mountains south of Dublin –
over an indigo sea whose waves
are barely ripples. Before taxonomies,
before words is wonder.
John Huddart
March 25, 2019Thank you for taking us on your journey!