Seamus Heaney, Me and an iPhone obsession

So we met today. Shook hands. Did not tell him I appropriated the name of his book of poetry for mine. It was not the occasion. But hopefully the occasion will come.

The Errand

By Seamus Heaney

‘On you go now! Run, son, like the devil
And tell your mother to try
To find me a bubble for the spirit level
And a new knot for this tie.’

But still he was glad, I know, when I stood my ground,
Putting it up to him
With a smile that trumped his smile and his fool’s errand,
Waiting for the next move in the game.