My old friend Bill wrote this poem for me. I'm touched, to say the least. I'll let the poem speak for itself.

The straits

adrift in the blue green of the straits
between the bright coral seen below
a girl amid the yellow in the cold currents
she knows her way through the cut in the reef
and yet I lose her in the darkness and now i am alone
in the straits as I drift deeper into the cut.