Buoyant, sometimes white or black,
But mostly an unobtrusive grey,
They hang off the edge of the sea.
The clouds off Dollymount don’t move –
Midway from here to the Isle of Man they remain
Simply there, a reminder.
A little rain falls on all, the singer sang –
Some days it comes down, most days it doesn’t.
On the day the sun’s up and the air’s clean and we’re all
Almost assured of our place, the clouds don’t come to shore.
They’re there, though.