June 11, 2020The Vikings Between Us
It’s important to think periodically
of the Vikings, so often having to
glance at the water to see ships rowing
into port that look like their own, but
sometimes aren’t. Here there be dragons,
friends, so no Middle Ages mist is needed,
nor the death-beat sound of distant drums.
How candidly and dreadfully those ships
rowed onto shore, as though the tide were
in on the joke, as if it were a homecoming
of sorts. And 1,000 years later she says
she left her husband because she could
never tell what he was thinking, and I
said that’s what you think, without thinking.
Neither of us knew much at the time, only
that it was dark and that we longed for warm,
rudderless breath on our necks because
something important had failed us both.
The night became a sadness of imagination
from there, and ended in a bed because we
couldn’t agree on the Vikings between us,
even if they were rowing toward us or no.
from #67 - Spring 2020