THE ESTUARY: REFLECTIONS ON HIGH WATER

Two days of extraordinary high tides, thank you Mr Moon. 

GULLS LOOKING FOR THE LANDING STRIP 

This morning the water laps the footpaths and covers the foreshore. 

‘Neath the castle is just enough grass for me to stand and do my tai chi. Across the marshes by the estuary real estate is at a premium this daybreak. 

Gulls dispute, oyster catchers run tight-turned sorties, 

Mr Heron stands apart. 

Grey sky with just enough sun, somewhere, to cast a zing of orange, briefly on the waters. 

An unyielding breeze hackles the water. 

A canoeist his arm, and makes the crossing. 

AND THE SUN MAY SHINE