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."