11. Isle of Iona

Solitary.
Holy.
Rocks and sea,
some grazing
for sheep.
A thin place,
where the veil
between worlds
dissolves.
I’m sure
there’s a low hum
in the air.
I’ve only visited
in dreams,
some ancestral
pull, the green
stone of Columba,
serpentine & limestone,
calling.

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