Noah the Seafarer.
There was an inundation years ago, seas rose up and flooded
the landscape, what used to be valleys became lakes. Why?
I don’t know, only have a degree in domestic science, my ship
this had engine problems just followed the surge and cast
anchor in one of those lakes. I saw villagers clinging to hill
tops waiting for the water to sink; and it did, my ship was sunk
in the mud only her super structure was visible. The crew,
faithless as the oceans, fled to the coast, I didn’t ,
and soon mud greened into grassland. I bought land and sheep,
the bridge of my ship is a roof terrace, a house now but I do
speak of her as she. I know what they say about me around here
that I’m a relic from the sea, a flotsam, let them.
I’m a hill farmer know and don’t miss the sea at all; however,
should there be another floodI’m ready to rescue my sheep and
set sail again
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Monday, December 03, 2007
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