1. Ballast

From the recording Ballast


These stones we dig from the garden
Weighted the bellies of ships
When they crossed over
When those sailors left port
When land vanished
Did they feel like this?

I had a memory of a burial
And putting my weight into the earth
Of chilled, wet stone soldiering through the dark
Of an ink black sky and a churning sea

You cannot ride out the storm
Without swallowing these stones
Sailing into the wind
Without lashing yourself to the helm

From ballast to barricade
That sinking weight
Holding in the hillside
Which are you?