At Glasgow’s Charing Cross a woman stops
and shows her child the moon
a bright yello globe in an indigo sky.
In a muted restaurant with worn out chairs
and formica tables, a man eats alone.
In a Dublin hospital the woman says
‘I’ll have the operation without anesthetic
as long as my baby is safe’.
In Auschwitz, Primo Levi observes his birthday
with parcels of bread and hoarded scraps of paper.
I’m struggling on the hill, you take my pack
and carry us both home.
© Rona Fitzgerald
Rona has poems in UK, Scottish, Irish and US publications. Highlights include the Stinging Fly 2011, Aiblins: New Scottish Political Poetry 2016, Oxford Poetry 2017, Poems for Grenfell Tower, Onslaught Press 2018 and #Me Too, Fair Acre Press, 2018.