Canal Poem by Adrian Taheny

My light is disappearing and
My air is ever fouler as
I reflect on large buildings and
Growing lines of traffic on my banks.


Someone has closed an eye
But I still see and enjoy
Children laughing, diving and
Swimming at the heart of summer.


I feed my birds as scavenging gulls
Compete with my resident swans
Darting and chasing here and there
But all find fulfillment, at this horn of plenty.


A patient fisherman reflects on life
As the odd walker sings my praises
But no barge now, no horses, very little
Other than Patrick, my solid friend, contemplating.