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