He who hesitates…
Me. Like an old Ford, rusted Volkswagen…
Starting, stopping… coughing… breaking down ever so often…
thinking – about writing, creating on paper, striking chords,
in a language (Hiberno English) that Everyman might readily
understand…
This Sean Walsh who lives – and dreams – in Dublin, Ireland,
has many irons in the fire, some hotter than others…
And there’s the rub: instead of going all out
to achieve one goal – a lioness intent on her prey –
I butterfly…
Put another way: Sean, Sean, stop dallying, arsing around,
raking old embers, brooding over festering injuries,
real or imaginary, the ifs and buts of a cripple’s Yesterday…
A year to live, Sean – tell yourself –
so what would you decide on?
You know the answer, scribe. Go all out – intent, focused –
finish where you left off… the one book more than any other
that you would dearly wish to leave as a legacy,
however insignificant, to your fellow pilgrims…
Nunc coepi… Now I begin!
