the watershed
The Watershed
There was a time when 45. I thought life had passed me by
I had spent too much time seeing the night train leave.
Through the rain, the soaked train windows saw people
reading others looked into space, some were crying
My friends had drifted away, and my old mate
Trond had found God, and to think we sat all night long
talking about books, and in the morning, we went out with
his boat fishing, drinking cold beer and falling asleep
the sun danced on the blue water in the fjord
wind from the dark mountain didn’t blow.
The best women, too, lost patience and took the tram home
To Mum and your dad, waiting for you to grow up.
At 45, your parents begin dying, and the impossible
happens you are a floating iceberg lost in a glass of whisky.
And just as wheels on suitcases were invented, you grow up
Polish your shoes and find that little cabin in a hidden
valley has a leaking roof and has been waiting just for you.
Copyright © Jan Hansen | Year Posted 2025
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