Boat on the Marsh

Dug out canoe, Harris Museum

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.

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