This Could Be Ireland Through Which Im Passing
On a train journey from Macedonia into Serbia back in 2010, at the border crossing we entered the Presevo Valley. Reflecting on the Albanian wars in the region, I wrote this Haiku sequence.
Low mountains, green fields:
This, it could be Ireland
Through which I am passing.
Children herding cows:
This, it could be Ireland
Through which I am passing.
Hatred from religion:
This, it could be Ireland
Through which I am passing.
