MOMENTS BEFORE MEMORIES

Moments Before Memories

By Anna Clare

Green fields rolled past my window,

In a scarcely packed carriage.

My restless hands found calm,

In hopes of avoiding new damage.

“Táimid ag teacht go Corcaigh go luath”,

Disembarkment never wrought such emotion,

As we, the hoard, make our way through the gates,

I stand alone, shunned from the safety of commotion.

I’m rich in time,

As I search for patience,

I sit watching the clock tick backward,

Exhibiting the pinnacle of obstinance.

And for all my agony in waiting,

I still run to beat the clock,

Flying down streets I’d wandered through,

As I move against the city flock.

I slow my pace,

Rendez-vous is in view,

As I awkwardly bob,

Awaiting a sighting of you.

Then at once there you are,

Over there, beyond the herd,

Moments from meeting, one brave step, I take, undeterred.