Sky up through the narrow streets.
Old men in berets and suits leaning on sticks
talking outside Casa das Crechas
where copper coins glint between the stones
around an Elizabethan map of Ireland.
Dark, bearded young men,
cheek wisps above the beard line.
Strong, galego-speaking women
with Al-Andalus eyes, smoking Ducados.
One of them turns: West Clare
in her cheekbones. Her hazel eyes, to me,
have the intensity of someone young
in an old photograph—taken in Quilty,
a summer day—through a long exposure.