At Home In Ireland, There's A Habit

Publication Is Rather Like Pushing The Boat Out; Then The Boat/book Turns Into A Melting Ice Floe And You Have To Conjure A Second Boat Which Again Turns Into A Melting Floe Under Your Feet. All The Stepping Stones That You Conjure Disappear Under The Water Behind You.

The Ability To Start Out Upon Your Own Impulse Is Fundamental To The Gift Of Keeping Going Upon Your Own Terms. . . . Getting Started, Keeping Going, Getting Started Again In Art And In Life, It Seems To Me This Is The Essential Rhythm.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

Smile As You Find A Rhythm Working You, Slow Mile By Mile, Into Your Proper Haunt.

I Credit Poetry For Making This Space-walk Possible.