I never noticed
for twenty odd years
that we lived in a city
with the same name
as the framework of a boat,
a city imbued with tidal
and sky rhythms.

We watched two rivers
play chameleon
with Davy’s Gray,
Sepia, Burnt Umber,
Neutral Tint, Cerulean
and Yellow Ochre,
all those overlapping
water-colour names
I can’t resist.