Dónall Dempsey - CREATION (for Lyn)

First he carved
the water

whittled it
dropp by drop

placed it just so...in place

‘til it gleamed
with its perfection.

Then, with a sigh
he fashioned grass

stroking it
until it lay gentle

under his
tender hand

sky a blue
he just wished

and it was...just was.

My uncle creating
the world

as I listened
to his whistle

watching the world
come alive

under the flash
of his blade

whittling into being

(all things)

all things.

Dónall Dempsey

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