Baile Átha Cliath

I stick to church walls.

Grey stones

which remind me 

of my jewel box.

They call it

"Black city"

and a hint of

black clouds

floats around me.

Traffic rushes,

too many vehicles.

Back to cozy corners.

I am new.

Liffey, I smell a bit

the sea.

Cross the bridges

to a new world.

I feel flooded

and I miss life

at the same time.

The fiddle and the whistle sounds,

the funny ones,

the craic and the love.

Just a juggler

on the streets

stops the masses of cars

and for a moment I can see

why I love these people,

why I want to be here.

copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann, September 2020 (this is part of my book "Travels and Moves" - link in contact/publications)