Thor Sørheim: 'Gjennom klova'

 

THROUGH THE GORGE

 

It was not the deep, narrow path

between the rockfaces or the fear

of meeting a snake I remember best.

 

It was not the view at the mouth

of the pine-tree bay, the waves that climbed up

and down the poles of the jetty and the blue van

placed as if by chance under the blackthorn bush

white with blossom. What I remember best

 

is the tall, slender deciduous trees

which through the entire gorge pressed themselves

flat against the rock to create the greatest possible

space for the light that slowly streamed

towards me from the other side.