my son is crying because he wants a boat.
he’s very insistent, and I’m suddenly guilty
of filling their heads with my dreams
of riding currents out to sea. so I soothe
him, tap his temples and rub lavender
under his nose, and we walk along this river
awhile. it’s not like our river up north, tamed
for centuries, but wild with purpose –
this river meets the sea like an old lover, fitting
together without a fuss, while the sun turns
the narrow winding roads to glitter and dust.
I like rivers and walking and my kids and stuff, okay? Also pirates.
And yes, if it wasn’t immediately obvious, I’ve been in Exeter & Topsham in Devon for most of this week 🙂