05:00
Standing by an Irish lake, Loch Dhá Ghé
I think of a tree, the world’s most remote tree
is it a thousand years old
is it alone on another side in its own safe
evening are its viral roots somehow reaching
this my northern dawn
are they touching my cold my hard soles
17:00
and waiting by a single tree at dusk
on Moto Ihupuku Island above the submerged
continent of Zealandia we think of a lake
placed on a mountain, and we turn then
to a far dawn sky, is this lake reaching
our southern evening, we think of it as lonely
we think of it as a hollow abandoned by ice
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Niamh Mac Cabe is an Irish writer of fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and hybrid prose, published internationally in over sixty journals and anthologies including Narrative Magazine, The Stinging Fly, Mslexia, The Offing, Southword, No Alibis Press, The Irish Independent, The London Magazine, Aesthetica, Lighthouse, and Structo. Twitter: @NiamhMacCabe
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