EARRACH

i come chattering of Earrach

all over your lawns and windowboxes

under trees

in high rise bathroom windows

i am telling that the wind will die down

the sun will get stronger

beat harder

pound faster

i am bare legs

and arms

and long warm hair

i am the country and beer

i am new freckles

i am here

i am pure

i am brave

i am young

i believe in everything

life and death and love

and all that sail in her.