Downstream

sharply if I have gloves and if
so why I haven’t put them on.
The stairs are steep and wet
but I manage not to slip, and
then I start walking along the
beach, with no idea what I’m
looking for. There is
something dreamy about
looking down on stones,
strolling on a hot day by the
Thames in central London,
right at river level for once. I
try to conjure up what it
would have been like here in