The Faultline by Bernard O’Donoghue
The Faultline
by Bernard O’Donoghue
“When there’s a sprinkle of snow
in mid-January, yet not enough
to stop it turning vein-translucent.
When young relationships freeze
and snap. When death, suddenly,
crops up in the conversation
and no one quite remembers
who raised the subject. As far past
Solstice of November was before it;
No sign of spring, and no
going back. All just serving
to show, in case we’d forgotten,
our faultline: that we’re designed
to live neither together nor alone.”
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