i went to see the water,
estuary edge to the road,
water blind. there were signs.

sheep sheltered under rock.

glad i saw the old houses,
wintering, wood smoked,
perfumed. glad i smelled
the oak burning, turning

the corner, saw the flood,
the road swimming, so
returned back home.

lit the fire.

i am glad i went.

they have reserved the book for me.

sbm