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.