what were they dreaming of,
the old
the wrinkled foreheads
under shiny brimmed caps on the ferry dock
watched
the sky before going to bed
praying for good and fortunate weather
the knitting women at the charity raffle
knew that their man was lying on waves
snowstorms against the edge of the boat
heard consumption cough
from the attic bedroom
sleeping
and awake
what were they dreaming of
was it a life without worries
under the vast light
(eit attelitslaust liv from havflammen 1995 translated into english by Margrete Trovåg)
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