Morning
I am a morning man
Facing eastward, watching dawn
Approaching Ireland across the sea
Towards the rugged Forty Foot.
The early sun bathes the Dublin hills
Lighting up the village necklace
Killiney, Dalkey, Blackrock and Glasthule,
Pretty as the Bay of Naples.
Rising early, embracing light,
While Galway slumbers
Western towns toss in bed
Unwilling yet to release the night.
The energy of a busy city
Whose army is deployed
Leaving milk at neighbors’ doors
Restocking bright suburban stores.
Yawning commuters heading East
To a Dublin largely asleep
Jewel of the august province
Capital of the Irish Orient.
No longer happy burning candles
At both ends, the night draws in
A quiet treaty seals the fading light
And place is ceded to the western side.
Peace at last, the busy day folds in
Time to lay down the pen and rest
The baton handed on to western towns
A day released from weary grasp.
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