Where river meets marsh the rain
fills the recesses of an oaken boat
sinking a lapse of slow surrender
into the quagmire’s open arms.
In the void of damp a fisherman
poises taut on a spinning boat,
senses drowned by rain and river
sinks his spear through a salmon’s gut.
A woman on a brushwood platform
clasps her cloak against the chill
of visions roused by rain on the river.
A city of stone holds a hollow boat
in a mausoleum amongst the bones
of her tribe washed up with tidal force.
Her tears pour like rain a river sinks
unseen with the boat on the marsh.