One evening, when sun and moon ran the river
on silver and copper wires
a salmon leapt
...
and here's the thing...
my skin recovers from your hands
a drowned world of myths, maps and tides that have turned
...
A parcel lies, half open on the floor
inside, clothes
crumpled, worn and familiar
the soft dent of fingers, still discernable
...
What The Rivers Bring
One evening, when sun and moon ran the river
on silver and copper wires
a salmon leapt
.Made of coloured earth and milk-water
he seemed to hang, air borne
in a suit of rosefire and pearl ash
a flame in burning shadows.
from a whirl of ochre water. The scales of one flank
bespoke sunlight
the other urgent with the moon.
And I thought of how
we wait in caverns
sunlit and dark
till, touched by unlikely tributaries
we shed half our skin, our dark costumes
and robed in the enfolding sun
our shimmering selves leap out
and head, at least for now
upstream.