Olde Trip
A sense of wonder is proper to travel
as homage to a king-
one can scarcely forget to pack wonder
as your toothbrush.
Eight years ago it was
our first trip to the olde sod,
every stone hid a leprechaun,
every meadow an ancestor.
How I’d planned
for that ’96 trip!
I consumed travel guides
and Celtic myths
such that if I met Cuchulain himself
I’d be at ease.
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