We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland. 

Today's poem is A Winged Thing, by musician and broadcaster Ruth Smith.

Below, Ruth introduces A Winged Thing.

I wrote this poem in May 2013 when I was at my lowest point in life.

I thought of it again recently and was comforted to remember that the pain did move and joy flooded in, that there's medicine in stillness and so much healing in nature.

A Winged Thing

The mayfly is busy

living her whole life today

I have it easy in comparison

an infinite timetable

of to-dos

into all of my tomorrows

I sit

in this idyllic place

privy to the intimate schedule of the

seasonal commute

She spins and dips, flicking her tail

in the face of my inertia

Torn between whether to eat out

or make an omelette from

what's left in the fridge

I drive the to the nearest supermarket

Between the dairy and cereal section

I sink

my best before date manifest

I'm forced to capitulate to time

to live full bodied in every today

by an ephemeral winged thing