by Màrtainn Mac an t-Saoir
it is today rather than tomorrow or yesterday that matters.
some of the stars show their light in the day time
there is new warmth in each successive moon.
Don’t say ‘I’ll never do that!’
Rather, answer, ‘Mmm, tell me a little more.’
don’t whisper your glee when it can be sung.
Sail your boat with deftly trimmed sheets
But with the expectation of a fair, favourable, wind.
And at eighteen’s cocktail-party
Should discordant jazz and hip-hop appear at the same time;
a random with a ukulele and an incomplete pack of cards;
your neighbour down the road - whom you’ve never spoken to – in search of a puncture-repair kit;
the ghost of a Gaelic Bàrd bearing the poem you never quite got; poor chat; over-salty soup and her (you know who I mean) that was always a bit distant.
The only question that needs to be asked of them all is this:
‘How would you like it: shaken or stirred?’