Scale, Perspective

I’m seeing Ireland’s geography, its east coast stretched before me like a map;

Dublin, Swords, Drogheda, Dundalk, north to the Mournes all in one eyeful.

Sitting here, on this mountain-top, perspective changes, quarrels seem petty,

drowned in the grand scale of view. I think politicians should climb mountains.

I think drug barons and generals, angry motorists and cantankerous neighbours

should be compelled to climb, climb,climb and climb as far as needed

to see their kingdoms diminished to invisibility.

(Failing that, I think if political enemies had to await medical operations in neighbouring beds in hospital wards, a lot of issues would be solved much more quickly.)