August, 2005

[caitriona_nnc]

Wind from the Southwest
Streams from the Summerlands
Rushing to us from the House of Donn

Clouds low and fierce
Dark as her face
Storm Hags on the horizon

Cries from the Southwest
I call you by your many names:
Katrina, Camille, Andrew, Oya

Hekua Oya
Slàinte Mhath a Chailleachan
I hold my hands out to you

Be gentle with us

Pray for rain, she said
and now my eyes are streaming