Estuary
Part 1: Outgoing
A clicking of mud
as the water drains
Slowly out to sea
Estuary, reed clad
whispering in the wind
Theropod spor on the flats
Man’s needs – cranes, chimneys
easy access to offload
Changes the landscape
But oaks survive,
and birds too
and small things – unnoticed
There is but one rock, in
this uncertain ground. I sit there
and have a beer.
Part 2: Incoming
In the fens, I am
Seated under oak, serene
Incense surrounds me
Complicated growth
Adorns the bark, lichens and such
Intricate, simple.
A path presented,
There is a choice, to follow
or now make my own
A decision made
Just then the Sun comes out, so,
figure what’s next!
A ship sailing by
framed by the reeds, it’s floating
on a sea of green.
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