Today is National Poetry Day the theme this year is water. We mark it with a new poem from our poet in residence Will Burns.

Estuary

A fog refuses the mountain
its summit, pulls itself down

towards the estuary, blurred
boundary of ocean and earth.

You stand and survey
and later claim your knowledge

in a bar, or watch it cried
out across a night wired

with electric guitars.
But your geography lets you down,

this side of the border,
under the hill towers, cranes and bridges.

It becomes night
and the lights spring up across the bay,

three or four or five like true
original ideas, salting the dark.

Will Burns.