We hooked our fingers through the eye of the stone
and pledged ourselves to each other.
The earth was our witness.
It was the stone of the gathering, Cloch an Aonaigh,
and we were the most recent.
It is said that those who look through the hole,
in a state of grace, see heaven; when I looked, I saw you.
In a countryside of stones: crosses, cross-pillars,
cairns, megaliths, stone walls, stony mountainsides,
pledges made are consecrated in stone,
even the great earth movements are signed off in fantastic
scrawls on the schists of Skelpoonagh Bay.
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