The Council shut the road outside Crawford Woods
blocked the way down Church Hill
forced us all to detour
day after day until sundown on Saturday.
They even parked a road-repairing, four-wheeled, monstrosity
– a rhinoceros of a stone-chip spreader –
outside the house of Adrian and Eimear
we couldn’t avoid talking to each other
for the first time since Halloween.
‘Twas sticking plaster on potholes
for the sake of bumps in the night
tyres in the daylight.
On the third, day the cock crowed
before the sun returned,
we could turn left again
to embrace our over-hanging trees
and shadow side.
Shards covered over
at least temporarily,
so earthworms can move forward now
beyond the known universe.
Road-opening without ceremony
an invitation to return to fruitful ways
– the journey of a lifetime.