a fearsome place is the calm below the surface storm of wind and waves letting go of Enbarr’s mane over the currach gunwale I go to the deep below from the skin of the boat through the skin of the briny where I can breathe walk upon the Isle of Apple Trees say hello to Bran and Cormac learn the ways of the crane bag aboard the Wave-sweeper of the Son of the Sea standing proud atop Binevenagh Co Derry