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the lockkeeper’s cottage –

this pulse that made you fight upstream
sends the eels to mass and the salmon leap.

And on this rock you set your home,
the light that leaks from pitch and stone.

The floods that came took cattle and earth,
a broken wake where the currents turn.

And you saw the town when the river froze,
the swans at war and the foreign boats.

The water pools and your shadow grows long
to the tall tales your brothers spun.

In the house, lost, where the light grows dim,
I leave you now as your journey begins.

Borne along by an autumn moon,
he’s bearing north, heading for the mouth.
The river birds and the falling leaves
open their wings and our heaven’s won.
His arms cut through a darkened Bann,
in his pale clothes, ghosting along.
He took his silences from there
and his hands hold the river back.