(On reading Billy Collins at the edge of the ocean)
Since I sat down with my stylus
and unwaxed tablet
the Skelligs have appeared
and disappeared several times.
Perhaps off on a space mission
with Hans Solo or Luke Skywalker in control.
Maybe circling the globe
at 17,500 miles an hour,
(don't ask me what that is in kilometres)
The fastest moving islands in history
passing over our heads
once every ninety minutes.
And here they are back again
looking just a tad outraged at my speculations
As if they haven't just now
in low earth orbit
witnessed sixteen sunrises
and sunsets
just for the hell of it.
Copyright Cathy Leonard 2026
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