It’s hard to see you, now. The land is vast and sweeping, containing within it multitudes of deserts, forests, mountains, rivers, lakes, and seas. The mist is thickening, all across the world. It threatens to blot out the sun, making it a watery tear in the sky, a father that can no longer see his children. And you are flickering, between here and there, when and where. Time cannot hold you to one spot. This makes this difficult. I can only stay the course here, moving slowly and doggedly at one speed though the world. My eyes wander and see what most cannot. They see before and behind. But my hands are tied to this body. They cannot hold you, not as you flicker back and forth. So I hold my palms open, trusting that one day, you will reach out and hold me, in the place where oceans meet.
Paddy Dobson
7th April 2021