How shall I hold you, gone from me soon?
I shall hold you to me as the cloud holds the moon.
How shall I touch you when I am alone?
As the sunlight the water, the shadow the stone.
How shall I reach you, wherever you are?
I shall fly to your arms like the wind from afar.
And how will you know me when I have no form?
– As the ocean the tempest, the forest the storm.
By Jonathan Steffen
Photograph by Doug Harding
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