ARAN EVENING

At low tide
A beached trawler
Leans against the pier

Calm descends
Upon the sea
And life settles

To a peaceful evening

I am content
With the parting
Of tourists and

Strangers

The leaving
Of the last boat
And we are left

To ourselves

Turning homeward
To conversation
By the fire

Dancing to the music
Of the story
Of our lives

Our loneliness and
Our loves
And the island

Remains

With our echoes
In the light
Of a full moon

On dark waters