Your bow breaks the surface
a vertex with chevron arms
carving furrows.
.
Mirror ripples
rending the sea apart
flow out and away.
.
As they grow
the waves destabilise
gravity tugging at their tallest points.
.
The weak peaks break
a mass of droplets and bubbles
scattering the surrounding light
creating white wave crests.
.
A region of disturbed flow
downstream of a solid body moving through liquid
we bob along
undulating from apex to trough.
.
Rocked and rolling
in the wake of your leave.
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On Coping is my story of surviving on the sidelines of cancer.
It begins in March 2022 with On Coping #1, written the day after my 41st birthday. The day my wife Imogen, the mother of my three children, was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer.
On Coping is the story of what happened next.
Sorry I haven't commented for a few weeks George - I've been out of inbox action and am just catching up now with On Coping 43, 44, 45 & 46. Thinking of you at 5am in the morning - my favourite time of day when the sea is still but words are lively; and of her too, her ability to make friends across ages and continents; and her beautiful feet with the tiny tattoo.
Beautiful George