For Lainey

There we were,
where winter

was a splinter
of sun

in the roof
of our thirty years

where days
were a puzzle

like the scratching
of city rats

in the old
house walls.

We could have stayed
forever there

but then
the bells rang

our floors shook
and we were saved –

peered out to see
spring strut up

from the river
in a cape of light,

our future
a new cathedral

for us to enter
and to claim.

From Enda Wyley's Selected Poems ( Dedalus Press )