Norstream

Brown water calmly rippling
Black weeds bobbing amongst the brown
Aroma of petrol and plastic
Ferry the Norstream slowly leftwards trundling
Its constant Journeys between Zebrugge and Tilbury reaching a hiatus
Its gentle side wards movement accompanied by bank side huge wind turbines
4 wind turbines with three enormous blades seemed so gentle as they in time sweeping around and around
In perfect synchronisation their blades moving to generate power from wind that seemed very calm.
Their trio of blades so huge yet delicate as they caressed through the air.
As the  Norstream expressed its desire to  came to a halt one wind mill echoed this halt by stopping its blades.
The Rotors ceased their revolve as a silent language of recognition of the Ferries docking.
In the distance a twin ferry came into view.
It seemed to appear out of upward metal fingers grasping the clouds
these metallic hands stretched out of no where
I counted 6 hands with one finger longer than the rest straining for the clouds
I began to day dream
But the pungency of petrol and plastic became too much and I left.
Wandering into the dull out of town warehouse shopping of B and Q and Dreams.