Fishing the Bellinger River at Mylestom
It comes surprising, like a swamp, just when the tide is slowing
the last half hour before the high, while you're looking west
along your line, back to the coast, you face the way it's going.
Behind you creeps the sludge from last week's floods, and then the river rests.

It wasn't brown a week ago, not when the rain was pouring,
not for four or more highs and lows. In fact it's never clearer.
The first few tides are bright and high, the river beach flowing
three feet deep, the water sweet, the beach become the river ...