Introduced to you, Norway III

I saw you from the side, and you
dazed me whole, gleaming
an infinite sun and the nights
I dream of meeting; you spoke to me
in your own way, endearing
but cold- I wanted to know more
of your eternal knowledge
rowing west, without surrender. Now
all want to be like you,
but your placid,
past of farms understands:
they won't have your patience, nor your fight
stamped on each glaciar.


You smile soft and proud of your loyalty,
to a climate
that never forgave, and you learned
without complaint, to enjoy it;
with one hand on the hills,
     digging your fingers between mud,
and the other espying the horizon,
     ruling over the thoughts of the sea.