To A Poet
It was one of those phonecalls
Unexpected. Out of the blue
Well, out of Glenmalure actually
The lady from Glenmalure was due
To read the lesson at Mass on Saturday
But she would be away and needed a stand-in
After a few phone calls with no joy
She phoned me, and I could do it
‘That’s great’ she said,
‘You probably don’t know me, I’m new,
But I think I know you.
You’re the poet aren’t you?’
‘Yes’, I replied
She could not have said a nicer thing.
To a poet