The water rushes to greet me
At the wooden fence
Where my fingertips, press lightly
Into the remnants of fallen rain
Finding its way, to the home below
Where the water swirls
Like guests, mingling at a party
Their crystal clear glasses, clinking
In a commotion, refreshing, and crisp
Crunchy, like the watercress
It grew, before it came here
To where water never looked so good
So delicious, so fresh, so fast
I feel the temptation
To jump in, and join in the fun
I am invited, it tells me
As it passes by, smirking
Smug on its adventure
But, I see, there is nowhere
For it to take me
Only into the hard brick wall
Where it bows, and makes its exit
It will go on without me
To greet the sea
But I don’t mind
I have places to be
Up to the Bridge Road
Where a Bishop presides
Over a cacophony of blaspheming wails
A Saturday night, high in spirits
Diluting the water’s roar, which
Dissolves, under the sound of the traffic
Growing distant, and then gone
Back into history
Lost under the sounds
Of the city’s revelry
Unstuck Monsters 