by the estuary
the estuary today is very low
it's trickling through soft and muddy shelves .
black headed gulls and one black hooded crow
are making footprints while they're turning over shells ,
the heaps of seaweed glisten in the sun
a rising bubble glints and then subsides
there's a supermarket trolley and the salty sweet perfume
of something decomposing slowly in the tides
the broken concrete ledge is getting warmer now
and all around the driftwoods lying, bleaching in the sun
and shells of crabs and random plastic things
that have gathered there the last time that there was a flood
a gull takes off and flies a bit and then it lands
quite near the same place that it was before
another one comes gliding in and whirls around and then takes off again
and then, above and passing by, a purple Flybe plane
the wind is blowing softly from the sea.
in the distance, the Black Mountain . In between
the yellow cranes and oil rigs being cleaned
and in front of them, the elder bushes laden down with creamy flowers.
Some people want to fly away, but why ?
I really like it here - is this not bliss ?
Anita Greg 17/06/2019
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