11/22/2025
How can there be an ocean between us? One that scares me every time I travel over it to you? No, we must drain that water, down to the sentiments and I’ll walk to you; I’ll walk across the ocean to you. And you’ll see me appear at your door or your school, but I’ll be there and together we’ll run to the playground, the swings, and we’ll bundle up your little brother and swiftly travel down the sidewalks of your town, past the charity shops, roses, magpies and people clipping along on their day. With my dirty feet, you’ll laugh at me and gather mum for council. We’ll drag our bodies home, past the red mailbox, streetlights on, birds asleep, land everywhere, and no water to separate us in sight.
“Grandson”, 11/22/25, sdw
