A Reckoner's Mark
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I laid a mark, a track, a trace
In sodden clay, by river's edge
Upon the rooty bank, at dusk
A sign, an ancient character
Akin to those my grandma carved
Atop the lintel and the hearth
And on her husband's sepulchre.
Few now can read the elder glyphs
An alphabet of lowly folk
Who danced the tide and sang the wind
Now write their days on cobblestones
In an unfitting parchment-hand.
I laid a trace, a track, a mark
A monument in river clay
That soon enough will wash away
I scratch it not for living eyes
But grandmothers and cypress-roots
And for an hour, the river sees
That still it is my home.