Fishing in Mayfly season and a beloved father whose memory is ever-present... For Sunday Miscellany on RTÉ Radio 1, listen to The Mayfly, by John F Deane above.
I have been mesmerized by the utterly strange and wonderful fact that I, out of the billions of years of creation, out of the billions of people born on this earth, am here and now, this country, these short years, that I am... well, me.
Of all the possibilities; this place, this age, this flesh, this paltry ego. Humanity, in its time of existing on the planet, has indeed come a long way, though our being, wilful, dominant, soulful, is ephemeral.
There was a day that stands out from other days when, shoes and socks off, my feet ploshed cool in the silt-mud of a lake bottom; it was a misery of slime and ooze and a small stone made me cry out in pain. And yet I, a child, wanting to be faithful to my father, got on with it...
Listen to more from Sunday Miscellany here.
