Everything is utter here
The edge of everything
Sheer cliff hills fall to the sea
A pounding sea roars in
A wide and broad Atlantic
Curls in around this coast
Quiet islands lie offshore
The Mullet’s gentle boast
Standing on the edge of sand
Where western waters weave
Looking to horizons
On days that saw me grieve
Sea and sand majestic sky
Nature’s open frame
Quiet homes and quiet times
Erris is the name
Brian Fahy
18 March 2023
+ All my summers brought me back to Erris, to my mother’s home and to the Mullet and its sandy beaches that look out to America. Behind me was the busy world of human noise and cities. Escaping them, I found myself at the world’s edge, where sea and land collide. The beauty of nature is here in mountain and sea and sky. I am looking westward following the path of the sun. Our life is a journey westward from the east’s early dawn, through the heat of midday and into the west where the sun declines and sea and sky meet on a far horizon. But I do not yearn to travel to that horizon. I love this place where I am, here and now: The day that’s in it. Today has its own drama and we are always on the edge of things
Erris Poetry 