Introduced to you, Norway I

We meet for the first time,
but you, have lived in me:

I recognize your temperament
in the fine, blonde locks that stroke my cheeks,
I have seen you each morning,
in the determined structure
of my face; but where I most often
find you, was and will be,
in the tug of my body, dragging me- enthusiastically-
to explore and conquer each unknown refuge
of the world's minds;
jumbles of you folded in my insatiable hunger
for living, with my feet well grounded,
not on ocean, nor on earth,
but firm above the turning
of our vast universe.