a small vessel rests high and dry
the thin film of the summer tidal river
offering light and reflection
but not buoyancy
feeling its own weight for half the day
the moon picks it up and sets it down again
maybe this is not rest
like a fish out of water
feeling the strain in the ribcage - the bulkheads
the steady inward pull of the blue planet
anchoring us to the exposed bed of the estuary
offering the universe
just below our feet