We're delighted to present our Poem Of The Day, presented in association with Poetry Ireland.
Today's poem is Sight / Seeing by Grace O'Doherty - read it below.
I go back to that street and the sunshine.
Tourists alight from coaches
with cameras strapped around their necks,
children and dogs dance
in the fountain in the park
to fifties jukebox hits
from the funfair rides
and the yellow-haired lady is on my mind
who reads palms in her caravan
and walks with stiff hips to the shop
each morning for milk and bread and probably
tea leaves to read, her old trade,
dependent on people who need
a forecast for personal weather,
for a dark stranger to appear in their lives,
I walk again beside these pedestrians,
and the bleached dead crabs on their backs
the tide keeps leaving behind,
they are falling out of my hands
and I splay them on the table
in a half-circle,
I tell myself: now choose.