The eleventh day

(For Oso)

Logs are floating on the sea [outside my kitchen window]
and I 'm not sure yet if these
made their way ~ from up the river 
and floated down for me
on the eleventh day from the first day, the earth gave way
and drove them to their knees,
the day the salmon cried,
when their eggs flowed red,
to their final bed, 
beneath the crimson sea.

ldn