Ease yourself in up to your waist And grit your teeth against the cold. Take a slow step deeper with searching toes; Learn to wade again against the tide.
I have always preferred the land; To stand where I can see a horizon's Distance and not risk being Enveloped by it.
My risk was his wish underlined By a body of work. He's away now from a life Made up of **** ups, and break ups, And love, and changing lives.
For Scott Hutchinson 1981 - 2018
"... a version of man built to collapse in crumbs."