I stand on the banks of river Thames,
before crossing the bridge, I pause,
looking over at the water, the wind howling
A plaque diagrams the creatures of this water.
A seahorse is the shape of memory.
This heart moderates,
it has been mild for some time.
Strong currents can do that some time.
I remember now why I have carried it
on my back for a lifetime
studied its origins for months
walked for years backwards
and finally arrived.
Here at this corner
where the ink that was once foreign
has begun to blend in my skin.