I thought I had come upon a painting as I rounded the corner and the skies cleared. The old boat on it’s last legs making a poignant picture and a good place to shelter too from the unexpected shower (When cycling in the west of Ireland, it’s always a good idea to keep an eye out for such places )
on your knees
your days are done
you wait resigned
(as I wait out the passing shower)
for rust and rot
not an easy death
do you miss the water lapping at your bow?
but look how the sky is overhead
Monet! you could have painted this.
you touched the ancient beams in sympathy
and I shelter by your side
waiting for the rain to clear