Life at No.22, Musings, Poetry

The Estuary

Suzanne

I walk along the boardwalk, heavily footed.
As another cloud passes overhead
I then became aware of blanketed crabs.
It is then they escape in unison
into their corresponding homes.

My inner chatter about life
as if it were the tide.
We all know that water goes in and out
and the need to hunker down
when it all becomes too much.

I keep walking, trying to make sense of it
in a way, of course, I understand
as I look out to that expanse.
With it’s bareness and vulnerability.
That could be me.

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18 thoughts on “The Estuary”

    1. Thanks, Jo, and the photo wasn’t taken from that estuary. I was cheating a wee bit 😉 I am not a big fan of crab to eat as I found them quite bland; the Portuguese sardines are delicious. Speaking of food time to eat after our long training walk 🙂

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