Odin's Journey (in Norway)

I have seen Odin coming from the fjords

He was carved at the top of a wooden house

He had colours of gold surrounding him

He had that beautiful ship and was so sure of himself

With his birds around him

That told him everything

Then the waterfall ran below my feet and

And I looked at how it comes and how it goes

I hoped that it washed away the fears

Together with its whiteness and force

It was weird to think that once

Everybody made their own house

With this readymade stuff we have

We live our readymade lives.

Then I thought about the swings in the middle of the woods

And the swings we had when we were kids

At the walnut tree at my grandmother's house that we could not use

When the cars parked

at least

in the middle of the forest,

the swings are safe

a happy childhood can pass here

a nostalgia ran through me

the dark and narrow passages reminded of us

life is like fjords and you need to row

till you reach the sea

and maybe who knows one day to the ocean

and to the other side

you reach and you fulfil, you die and you become one with the earth

but that journey in a hurry,

with a fury that counts,

those voices you made as you fall down

It all counts it all counts

then you move fast and then you move slow

you go steep and you go slow

like a waterfall we live

like a waterfall we die