CROSSINGS xxxii Running water never disappointed. Crossing water always furthers something. Stepping stones were stations of the soul. A kesh could mean the track some called a causey Raised above the wetness of the bog, Or the causey where it bridged old drains and streams. It steadies me to tell these things. Also I cannot mention keshes or the ford Without my father's shade appearing to me On a path towards sunset, eyeing spades and clothes That turf-cutters stowed perhaps or souls cast off Before they crossed the log that spans the burn. -- Seamus Heaney