though never the plural:
high barns filled with straw
and the flicker of errant birds
amongst the rafters,
a quiet fish-house, open to the sun,
where the packers sit turned from their work
to smoke or talk,
a litter of gut and ice
on the wet stone floor
catching the light,
or any schoolyard where the children wheel
and turn from their games
as if catching a sound in the distance
and waiting to hear it swell, to make it out:
a noise like water, say,
or gathered birds
far in the almost-heard, in the almost known,
is where it happens, singular and large
and unremarkable, like ice, or fire.
John Burnside
John Burnside
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