‘I’m looking for a still alpine lake
somewhere far off — a lake still enough to sit and stare without fear
and deep enough to understand that
it’s all too much to ever understand’
(from ‘Atlas) These lines come from a poem called ‘Atlas’ written by my brother Greg over fifteen years ago now. For more than fifteen years this poem (among many others he wrote) has been soothing to me. When I read Greg’s poems I feel like he speaks to me.