Vikings

VIKINGS Erik went east to Yamal peninsula’s spring For Russian hides and terrifying antlers From the world’s biggest reindeer herd, In April crossing the thawing Ob River, Safe from predators : good hunting And fully laden longboats. Now, In a Bergen June, waiting at quays On a clouded grey grave dawn, Anxious eyes strained to sea. Men home from o’er the horizon In a still tiny longboat buffeting Through the hurling combers, Sail disappearing, reappearing. Glad to have them home From the deep unknown Where only an oak plank Separates life from depth : As she crosses the bar To ease down on The gravel.