The heart of the mountain
And the mouth of gold
 
Tending to the water garden
(making rounds of visit to known bodies of water, greeting them by name,
Taking a sample, taking a jar?
Taking something home and pouring it down the sink
/
Inside the house, water is pooling on the ceiling
And dripping dripping
Drawers full of water, teacups (ground to pieces) and pots and cutlery
Pencil cases, empty deodorant bottles, a box of sleeping pills
Rolls of film, mismatched candles, bills, incense sticks
All swimming in the drawers
Where is a man like Ted Hughes?
 
Nothing more from this canal
A house, a map, the holy source
Friends
 
A sunken treasure and a burning secret
The burning bush
Water smearing the view
What did she lose to these murky waters?
What whispers the prune, what chants the magpie? (one for sorrow…
 
A flock, a destiny
A destiny of amphibious birds (flightless, sunken, the dead twin, the rotting soulmate)
 
Reaching out like a thirsty branch I plant a thought in someone’s mind and wait for the pulse