I take the grainy water
dip a furtive hand in the low tide
and kiss the sign, sulphur rising
I watch the tangle of motorway turn
as a mobile above her riverbed
kneel, penitent daughter returning
forgive us our trespasses on the tip of my tongue
shame my voice and its betrayal
the forest encroaching
on this bright communion ground
to contain holy sound, I write myself breathing
I write the path we found
lost on the hillside
did we look towards heaven?
I write myself out of this place
I write home, write stillness
between the line breaks
my god, is this where I’m rooted?