That what the heart has understood...

“That what the heart has understood can verify in the body’s peace”

It was our poem:

“Meeting Point”

The walk at Salthill; the faerie tree; The Kitchen; Bewley’s; the D.I.T.

And so we had some meeting points.

But this time we met met. We met the way we thought we did those other times.

We met the way we had both known we did but never disclosed.

For fear?

I saw fear on the burren when I kissed you beneath the wind – and I met you there against the limestone.

Fear of –

Fear that –

Fear for –

Melodramatics?

This couldn’t be real. We must be playing these roles. Acting these feelings, this passion, our romance.

But this time we confessed: I’m not an actress. And you are no actor. But you knew that. All along. And there was the fear.

-circa 2000