Explain Yourself

Estuary
So we’re standing here on this wide edge, a rim between two countries; on
the verge of moving land at the mouth of all these rivers where boats have
come and gone, come and gone (and sunk), come and gone again. This is a
good place to recall histories.
And where does the Dunlin’s estuary meet ours? If we play in the mud, can
we see the lugworms’ point of view? Littleton’s whale mis-swam but the birds
and elvers know their ways. There’s such riches. If we playfully, imaginatively,
gently inhabit the estuary alongside such wonderful beasts, can we recollect
cohabitation and tend it well?
Mud between our toes, briny wind and light that’s doubled by the wetness.
Being here in a place of saltmarsh, turbines and seagrass; half-seen, visible
and forgotten, distance is opened up by passing bird call. Here’s a stretch
of land where we can be ourselves, come into our senses.
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