River Bones

River Bones

The bones of dead rivers came up in the fields
And showed themselves through rain.

Old riverbeds
Filled up with water
And lay naked for the eye to see
In hollows
Hallowed memories
Of where once, the otters dived
And the dippers dipped
And the reed beds grew
And the gravel slanted down the slope to the Solway.

And the Sands
So called for flooding
Filled up too.

Place has a memory.