Looking Out at the Skelligs
From clifftop in morning mist
A view I would have missed
If weather was finer, or I had slept
This murky view from my eyes would be kept
Hidden in the swirling mists of grey
I saw the scene seen by the monks the day
They decided there cells their would be built
Far from the world, its distractions and guilt
They looked otherworldly, as the water crashed round
The lullaby of nature, the sirens ghostly sound…