Waiting
Wind in the rigging.
Tyres against the jetty.
The ferryman emerged.
"Are you waiting for me?"
The river is difficult to navigate.
The sea breaking in its mouth
And the roar against slipway
And sandbanks..
And one sailboat sweeping
Around the bay.
Wind in the rigging,
Click, click...click
Tyres against the jetty and
Rope in hoops swinging free.
The ferryman had gone.
Was he ever there?
Elizabeth Oakley
A Dursley Poet
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