Driving the coastal road
the car careening North.
Headlights like a needle
steeply seeking the magnet
of the ancestors.
Time lurches to a halt.
Skidding vertically
we feel the land in the rubber.
Smell the sea.
The sky above the coast clears
and we float out
for a transcendent second
onto the great lilac ocean.
We imagine
the red hand of Ulster
flung ashore.