At night
I visit
the village
in which I was
born.
I float
above rooftops
dive into the house
next door
to my own
little home
swim down streets
with all the swagger
of a fish
amongst coral reefs.
It lies to the northwest
but is submerged
beneath the waters
behind a dam.
Each night
I visit it
leaving my body
behind
drifting in dreams
diving beneath the waters
of the Past
(swimming where) I used to walk
trying to remake it
memory by memory
tear by tear.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tear-by-tear-for-onelia/
