for g.g.

 

mildly brackish

estuary flirts with sea

this place

filled with its unknowns

pier languishing into river

i cautiously eye

signs of blue-green algae

climb tarmac-hot path

as stray waves throw abandon

seagulls crease air

savour of salt on tongue

they’re baiting foxes

where steps force back scrub

climb cliffs

and high above

look into the strait

imagine sails hoisted over wood

vessels dashing themselves

on rocks below