my first unforgettable experience
as an emigrant was bewilderment
at the sight of churches turned into
pubs and nightclubs. not that i am
religious or anything, on the contrary,
i am an atheist and i understand
the islanders’ sense of practicality,
but my upbringing in a catholic
country made me feel a little fond
of such places, especially this eerie
silence of their void.
hidden pilcrow 