Up North everything

Up North everything
looks far as the night
that never comes,
far as a pen and paper
forgotten in a drawer,
maybe they felt that
the writer
needed a taste of fresh air
and had to let the ink rest.
Unquiet slumbers
through wuthering waves,
longing for home,
getting lost
through those words
lost and now
found


[Norvegia, maggio 2018]