Homegoing

I’ve asked them – when I take my last
urned journey home, to stop below the cliffs –
to check the wind  – then gently tip me in.
With luck I’ll drift on down
behind the island past
the bottom landing round
the western bend
and on towards lock three.
I couldn’t do it now
of course it’s far too far.
But I’ll be lighter then.

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