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Reaching for the Moon

Áine Ni Glinn

Sometimes you reach out to catch the air

like a child stretching for the moon

frowning when it slips through your fingers


Once I gave you a finger to hold

Yours trickled past aimlessly

Easier know nothing than the unknown


Death comes slowly choosing others first

some younger still with much to do

You will go on dying a long time yet


From Fabric No 1 (Feb 2001)