The Westman crew.
the camp continued
with small, achievable goals
to lower my summer standards
wearing shorts
and not a scarf
at 6 degrees & up
don’t get a cold
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last three days
from morning to evening
trash climbing on rocks
to pull out fishing nets
landfills of plastic
the occasional orange demon
and message in a bottle
we found two
from 2013 and 2005
the first was a drawing
with an email address
of someone who doesn’t reply
the latter in a Coke bottle
which will never decompose
the message had the date
address and phone number
I tried to send a message
but it was from 2005
and landlines still can’t receive
any kind of text messages
•
after the ferry captain
forgot us on the island
the logistics captain saved us
from 500 meters away
we are back
it’s 3 AM
the overcrowded WiFi network
still does not work
home sweet home
•
about the daylight
in the middle of the night
it’s way too bright
it’s the kind of light
Estonia would have
during summer solstice
but the 21st of June
is still a month away
can we resign
from the Nordic label
we never had?
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after the wonderful Eurovision
a Sunday-Monday getaway
to the southernmost part
of the island-land
a 40-minute wavy ride
from the mainland
to the Westman islands
strongly advertised
for the few puffins
we managed to spot
never mind the volcano
that buried 417 houses
less than 50 years ago
some wounds are still fresh
•
raz, dwa, trzy, bomba
also the Polish kids
made it to the island
if they like you
you’ll be catapulted yonder
this country is overflowing
with bank holidays and lava
ah, you missed it?
the barricades built
to protect the ring road
didn’t stand a chance against
a rock on a mission
•
back on the mainland
took a dip
in the oldest pool in Iceland
with algae and cold water
this is how you kickstart
a week of exhaustion
we’ll sleep in July
•
this week’s achievement
I found a place
without noise pollution
it’s odd to live
with no background noise
to have a home
on Home island
I’ve never lived
next to the sea
I should
Inspiratsiookean 