NeuroDivine

From Monasterevin’s quiet stop
The morning train rolls west;
Past cattle grazing by the line,
And rooks that guard each nest.

We cross the Barrow’s silver span,
The viaduct below;
A hare breaks cover in the reeds
And watches as we go.

In Port Laoise-bound and drifting thoughts
I catch a sudden grin—
A stranger nods as though they know
Some secret held within.

In town, the same in shops and queues,
A warmth I can’t dismiss;
Until the sunlight catches bright
My rainbow on my wrist.

At evening, on the homebound train,
The fields grow soft and dim;
Two swans drift pale along the Barrow,
Its waters dark and slim.

A fox trots lightly through the reeds,
Its coat a russet flame;
And someone smiles across the aisle
As though they know my name.

I wonder at that gentle glance,
What sign have I dismissed?
Then twilight glints on colours bright—
My rainbow on my wrist.

And home at last in Monasterevin,
The night grown still and wide;
I slip the watch from off my wrist
Where all day colours shone with pride.

I set it gently on its stand,
Its charger’s quiet glow;
The rainbow resting for the night
Till morning’s light will show.

Written February 2026. Inspired by Andrew. Copyright. All rights reserved.

Alt-text for the image. Square stained-glass style illustration in Celtic colours showing a modern green train crossing a stone viaduct over a winding river at sunset. A rainbow arches across the sky above a small Irish town with a church steeple. In the foreground, a red fox stands in tall reeds beside two white swans on the water, which reflects the rainbow colours. At the bottom right, a hand wears a watch with a rainbow-striped band. The scene is framed with intricate Celtic knotwork borders.