We all go into hiding
When the wind blows,
Return from our secret
Blinded places
In the aftermath
Proclaiming:
Had we known
And seen the damage as it happened
We’d have skipped into action,
Only
We all go into hiding
When the wind blows.
We all go into hiding
When the wind blows,
Return from our secret
Blinded places
In the aftermath
Proclaiming:
Had we known
And seen the damage as it happened
We’d have skipped into action,
Only
We all go into hiding
When the wind blows.
Marie Hanna Curran lives in Galway, Ireland. Her first poetry collection, Observant Observings, was published in 2014. Her work features in publications in Ireland, the US and India. Her column Musings from her Couch can be read in the magazine Athenry News and Views. To see more, visit her blog here and her website.