people pass by as if the tranquil water
is invisible on this sun-kissed May day.
Ducks, swans drift in the famous Taff
painted azure by a Dali sky.
There are verdant trees on the other side
as I observe canoes gracefully glide
past the Principality Stadium
silent and somnolent on this soporific Sunday.
It's soul-soothing staring into the depths
of a river so pristine today,
long gone the days of King Coal.
Over the years bodies have been found,
I seem to sense...the spirits of the drowned.