The Mountain, Afterwards

Gréagóir Ó Dúill

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The mountain will be the same
       angle, flat-top, drop
when she is no longer here
       and I am.
The scree will fall, pale gray,
the pigmy birch will fail to root,
the juniper will crouch down hiding from the wind
the sheep will move, not moving
when she is no longer here
       and I am.
The dawn will rise in all
its indigos and reds, its pinks and yellows and doubts
when she is no longer here
       and I am.  

Gréagóir Ó Dúill was born in Dublin, educated in Belfast, Dublin and Maynooth, has published several collections in Irish and individual poems in English in the journals. He has co-directed the Poets' House, Falcarragh and lectured in Queen's University, Belfast, and now teaches creative writing in the Waterford Institute of Technology