Thursday, 24 March 2016

Final poem of the Henrik Nordbrandt collection of the same name


As the term offshore wind suggests, you saw from the land
the invisible force that made the sea so smooth
that you’d slide out onto it if you did not resist

so clear that the pine trees behind your back
which you otherwise only heard, now suddenly
added their darkness to the depths

that began where the smoothness sharply stopped
and blinding wave-crests crushed
a mirror over the abyss into which we felt

we were doomed to sink: Shards of glass
were scattered and gathered and scattered again
so we smiled, saw ourselves smile, recovered our breath,

and delighted shouted offshore wind, offshore wind again.

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