Grey Skies

Thoughts on a grey day after hearing I have a cancer.

Grey Skies

Grey skies, grey seas

Endless in monotony

Broken by the laughter

And the giggles

Of drip-drenched

Children echoing

The white-crested

Smile of the rollers.

Wind brave strollers

Alone and hand-in-hand,

And dog mocked walkers,

Head down,

Puddle-jumping without

The joy of youth,

Are warmed by the

Layers of woollies,

Stupid hats and

Moist gloves,

And inside by the

Freedom of the February air.

I lean into the wind,

Lean into life:

Press on breath-by-breath,

     Living the now

Not to be submerged

     In self-pity: the threat of big C,

But to rise to living,

Enriching another day.

Whitley Bay Feb 2011