This pulse that made you fight upstreamnsends the eels to mass and the salmon leap.nAnd on this rock you set your home,nthe light that leaks from pitch and stone.nThe floods that came took cattle and earth,na broken wake where the currents turn.nAnd you saw the town when the river froze,nthe swans at war and the foreign boats.nnThe water pools and your shadow grows longnto the tall tales your brothers spun.nIn the house, lost, where the light grows dim,nI leave you now as your journey begins.nnBorne along by an autumn moon,nhe’s bearing north, heading for the mouth.nThe river birds and the falling leavesnopen their wings and our heaven’s won.nHis arms cut through a darkened Bann,nin his pale clothes, ghosting along.nHe took his silences from therenand his hands hold the river back.