Tripping with Pathways to the Dead Zoo
A wet, rainy day, what else would we do?
I travel from Bray to our destination
Back into the city after a one night vacation.
It turns out that the Dead Zoo is temporarily closed
I’m caught out in the rain, by the heavens I’m hosed
I mosey along to the National Museum
Where in the hell are my Pathways team?
Wandering into a Yeats exhibition
Soaking up culture, a woman on a mission…
My Pathways crew are on the line
Back to base with me in the wind, rain & sunshine.
The rest of my morning is all about art
Lunch hour arrives & homeward I dart
After lunch, we traipse across town
To the National Gallery, to see what’s going down…
I have a big, blank, circular canvas at home
Inspired as I am now to finish this poem
A landscape of dots, I will create
A nod to Signac, whose work is so great.
Faith In The Ripple Effect 