Meelick Road, Spring Afternoon

I service my iron horse and get ready for usual Saturday leisure bike ride. Afterwards, I ride up the country road at a snail’s pace to feel the essence of Nature. I listen to the songs of birds, the whispering of trees, and the mooing of cows on the roadside. The gentle wind mixes those sounds into a smooth serenade, which I enjoy as I slowly ride up the road. I dismount at the top to enjoy the panoramic view of Limerick city, which now seems to be at my feet. I take a few pictures and start heading back home. Riding down the road, I hear a car approaching from behind. I slow down and remain on the edge of the road. The car pulls up right beside me at arm’s length. A lad climbs up from the sunroof and catapults a canned drink at me. Instantly I think I’m doomed, so my vision grey out slightly. Then a rocket swooshes past my face. How it does not hit me remains a mystery. I am utterly terrified as I watch the car fade out of sight.

a clear and calm sea . . .
a bold osprey dives down
with a mighty splash

Phoenix

Today I choose to meditate in savasana posture but forget to set the alarm. Afterwards, I’m standing in my room. And I can see my wardrobe, work-desk, and bed. Then I see my body lying unconscious on the floor. I start trembling. I lean towards the wall for support, but it melts like a mass of clouds. I tumble through the fading wall into the ocean. Suddenly I’m floating among psychedelic seahorses, tie-dyed mandarin-fish, kaleidoscopic sea-turtles, and luminous clownfish. I stay afloat among these sea creatures adoring the deep ocean scenery. I think I have overcome my fear of deep water but then I start gasping for breath, my lungs fill with water. My limbs get heavier, my brain fogs from lack of oxygen. Out of the deep blue, I sense a pulsing voice from afar. “Do you want to go back?” I answer yes—inaudibly. I tremble and gasp, mouth wide-open, like a fish washed ashore. I flop back and forth, before I regain my breath and get off the floor.

early harmattan
the northeast trade winds arrive
with Sahara dust

One Summer in Limerick

One Summer in Limerick

When loneliness
and the homesickness
fades away into the ether

Shannon decant
its fluid gently
into the Atlantic Ocean

The reflection
of the quays are well
visible on its smooth surface

Then the peaceful
riverbank walk gives
a scenic backdrop at sunset