Reservoir

Sink down
To the bottom
Shadows
In the shadows
Swim through the village
The bank and the post office
Float through the colours of old
Old names and addresses
Folding, compressing
Drift through the marketplace
The pub, and the college gate
A yearbook of faces wait
Two pints and a cider mate
You hear it you know it’s there
But you can’t hear the water yet
You hear it you know it’s there
But you can’t hear the water yet
You hear it you know it’s there
But you can’t hear the water yet