He asks if I yearn for it,
if we have a word for it, like Hiraeth,

how he feels when away from his other
Celtic home, and I brush it off

like a bit of fluff, as if it’s obvious
a queer would hate being kept

in a beautifully busy cottage, tucked away
in a private bay below Milner’s Tower —   

it’s a folly, to think I want to be
where he is, to think I could 

add anything to this, like my pride
in having scuba-dived the world over,

in the marine biology station here at Port Erin.
How it’s now closed.

Foddeeaght [Manx Gaelic], Hiraeth [Welsh]: Homesickness, nostalgia and longing.