It takes time to adjust
when things move so quickly overhead.
Clouds and weather spinning past
like postcodes, barely
still enough to take a snapshot,
make a memory.

Perhaps an evening’s dream
is all it takes to resolve this
great distance. A couple of hours
sat on a rock with pad
and Papermate watching the
tide recede, leaving rock pools,
in which children paddle splash
and fall; microcosmic disasters
in an unknown land.