Walking through the drizzle
When cloud presses down
Tangling water and air,
When thereโs
No earth to tread upon
Just scraps of mist
That trip and entwine,
Snake sinuous,
Slippery carcasses strewn on the quay,
I stumble, my head full of
Cold, dead fish
And the ghosts of gulls
That flit through the fog,
Silent as the river, sliding
Like cooling lead
To the unseen sea.

