I’ve been dipping in to Pádraig Ó Tuama‘s book, Readings from the Book of Exile. Something in this stanza from his poem, And even though you do not know your name, draws me back to this long-neglected blog space:
This space is yours,Pádraig Ó Tuama, And even though you do not know your name in Readings from the Book of Exile
whatever it is called,
named by life and all this living,
and all the best things that regret can bring
and all the hope you muster.
I’m not making any promises, but enough of regret – life, and all this living, and hope remains.