Norski

April 17th: Norski


1968, on the grey-blue North Sea,
a ghost hauls in the trawl,
engines stopped, the battle ensues,
a natural tug o' war.

Was it the unspoken menace,
from the deepening swell, that
fuelled the fire that burned within, or
thoughts of home and pleasures sought,
suppressing worry, toil, pain.

Now here in the present down at Point Law,
cold waves, slap onwardly by, and
I find myself singing, Hank Thompson’s tune,
hoping things will turn out right.