An Ghuala Ghorm

Through the driving rain

I cannot see the strength and majesty

of the blue shoulder. But it is there,

just out of sight, buttressing the northeast

side of the lake shore.

It’s stood there for tens of thousands of years

I’ve been here only six

Totality of reality is not defined by

the opacity of the storm

the ferocity of the wind

the aquosity of the rain

The blue shoulder is always there

drinking it in. It will reappear.

Still near.