Estuary

Send us Fan MailEstuary (of tears and tide)End of the river, the opening sea, patterns of grey and silver,clouds upon the face of skies, smiling infinitely,as  light connecting bridges, reflecting,slow ships,slip sides,of channels, squiggles of rivers, and steel straight lines of canals, crooked docks, reaching,stretching cranes and harbours, patches of green, yellow and brown, tapestried industrial landscapes in between,the crouching greyof towns, and between concrete fingersof smoke, of lightand pollution,a million people are living their lives, as hurrying ants, with their gods unseen,whilst below,deep,and deeperagain,below,is the ebb and flow,of forever timethe wash and fade,of tearsand [email protected]