Sunset on Pittodrie

On the 16th day in March,
the last rays of the sun will reach deep into the temple.
Endless streams of joggers will plod aimlessly up and down the beach front seeking redemption.
The faithful will stare out on the field of broken dreams
that is Pittodrie.
Long, long ago this date was sacred as the fourth station,
on the road to Gothenburg.
This year it is Celtic and the drop looms.