By the Wear

An early warm spring day, a rare lunch,

Sitting on a bench overlooking the river.

People pass by.

A young boy shouts out ‘are you having a good time?’

I hold my thumb up to him and he laughs with his friends.

Somehow the food tastes nicer.

A gull cries as the river curls in its struggle to reach the sea,

I wonder where the boats are going and dream of another time.