There are five. This is five.
I have learned this about Stamp River:
there are fish called salmon
who spend their lives fighting against the wishes
of the river and the waterfall,
who cannot abide the blank calm of the sea.
they leap up the ladder to find their love.
and you, with your love:
you will walk along the path,
along the river,
past a booth with a television whose eyes
are nowhere,
past a white tree
fallen from wind and rain.
at the end, the fence
between worlds
is broken.
ten paces through
the hole in the world:
you will find me there.