1290
midnight sun at sea
11. vii.19
on the Huirtigruten’s MS Richard With
Svolvær (Lofoten) and onto the Norway Mainland
The sun was shining on the sea,
It made the billows bright,
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.
- Lewis Carroll
aboard and in pyjamas
now we have 360°
waving shores smell fish
up all night first time for years
for this beyond romantic
slow coasts in a shining sea
it’s all for up the cliffs go trolls
where they turn the boat around
in nothing heights of stone
we of the underwisp
called to cloud
among mountains
see
some falls were frozen
some falls fell
and all blur beside rose
where the ice once went
islands and inlets
farms, boats further than lost
all of us here are through the snapped narrows
ample in our proofs
first come so far was young Pytheas
now the ancients have come to bucket this too
midnight on deck
moment seared into seeing
the pinking dip
and up sun daisy
call it day again
all of the hours are in this one
call the planets wanderers?
our sun here’s on quite a trek
you see it shifting sideways
all the slow horizon
it’s simply to tell that the world is wide
morning, so to say, dozes with fog
an hour of breakfast still
come through Pillars of Hercules
which of us
will be so remembered
from a text forever lost?
lesser tourists, lower down
are waving back to me
having left the trollfjord
and fishburger island
green all snows
for the open
how many cameras will fall overboard?
that’s luck in a wishing sea
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