Rocks encircle
A slight footing
Set by Gods
As near the sea
As could be managed.
Granite weight,
They press
Down dreams,
Round on
Expectations.
Knowing this,
Eyes swerve ever
Westward.
Times come
When the need to flee
Seems inescapable,
While for cowered
Returnees
The jagged
Crags spell shelter.
Bergen. Brygen.
A longing for harbour,
A need for departure
(2012)