Poetry by Irish poet Michael O'Dea. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar, Lapwing Publications)
Love made arcs of us,
and as water dreams
of droplets,
we dreamed the perfect circle
and might have found it,
but the curvature we brought,
unfortunately,
could not achieve it.
Unroll your pack;
set up home.