Journey to Schull
by John Fitzgerald
For John and Elizabeth Montague
Crossing the causeway at Roscarberry
I think of Marco Polo arriving into Kinsai
and his amazement at its grandeur and size:
The most splendid city in the world,
connected by twelve thousand bridges,
with wide roads and magnificent buildings
and people engaged in all kinds of occupations.
As a boy, I ached to know
how the Great Khan’s wives felt when
loaned to his special guests — and how far they would go.
Much later, on West Lake, it became clear
that the feelings of others are a distant country
far away from home.
Oldcourt, and the length of a brown rat
streaks across the smooth grey asphalt.
Waiting at Colla Pier
emerald flies enjewel the blackberries.