Memories of the ocean for
some reason, on this hot summer
night, deep here inland,
a memory of gray waves
under iron sky rising on rocky
shore, cold sea on a cold shore,
and someone in a yellow
raincoat, standing on a boulder,
trying to fish with a rod;
even then, as a child who
feared that stranger would
be hit by the waves, I
wondered how they could
hope to get a fish that
way, and still do; but
the old part of me wants
to think it was the act of fishing,
not catching, that mattered.
And then same same deep blue,
years later, on a tranquil fjord,
high mountains calming the ocean,
last trip, after years, and you
were so glad you got to see
the ocean once more,
said you had believed you
would never get to see it
again. It was the last time.
31.05.2024
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