Muintir. Family, extension of you,
those near you. Technology extends this
connection, if only virtually.

Life damaged rivers cry,
ripping deep ravines in the brief
existences of the heart.

Through the battered, parting,
sterile connections of the terrain;
friends and family near you make it worthwhile.

Muintir. Family, extension of you,
those near you. Death initially brought this
connection. Perhaps we call it destiny.

Futile it is to think of what could have been.
“It is what it is.” Shut up. It becomes it is meant
to be. It is what we make it, with those near us.

Decomposition. Death brought us together. Life,
extends it another day. Family letters worth
metal become thin. It is not just blood that binds us.

Inspired by Spring View by Du Fu, and Happiness by Robert Hass