The planks are soft, and warm in the sun
Invitingly so, as muddy water licks the pilings
But the tide is out, the scent carrying on the wind
And he thick wet earth is irresistible
Like quicksand at first it draws me down
An inch later it suddenly bears my weight
I feel like I have earned it's surprised approval
Rooted to the ground like an attractive weed
Tasting the salty aura of the river in the air
I look and see the flock of ducks mere yards away
But leave my camera behind me on the dock