Attempt at Communication
Do you remember when we walked to the end of the pier, where rotten planks were being replaced by new, the ocean splayed in a slick taut line, one fine grey levering a thousand subtler shades? The sea lung sighed, sucked back its breath and I thought of gaps in time, the lapse of seconds when each near cresting wave scents change. I thought about the days we never spoke of fear, now here I am in this locked down time, silence diving in fast and sleek, like dolphins at play who know the dangers of the deep. Too late for us to just hold hands. I am sorry if you find this soppy, this note has not come out as planned.
Tina Cole, Write Where We Are Now project- Manchester Writing School website, April 2020.
