I didn't get lost today.
I didn't panic,
All I could do was pedal,
Move forward,
Take in the view:
The tankers,
The cruisers,
The gulls -
Coming up to London this far.
No seals though, unlucky.
But the sun clears,
And clouds soften
And the whirr of my wheels as my companion.
The dark railings bordering my right,
The concrete buttress to my left
Stops the land yearning into the sea.
I stop post-like and watch.
The blank sheet of river and sky
Punctuated like a pianola roll
By gulls and boats
And wading birds
In arpeggios
Skittering.