Grotta has actually turned into an island now.
my one and only
full logistics week
was spent being busy
driving bags of bread
and people back and forth
with participants reappearing
where I had brought them
away from a few hours ago
and writing poetry
to the ones who
deserved it the most
it’s odd to be the one
who says goodbye and leaves
with a poem factory
•
a last hike to Esja
turned into a half-marathon
of Katla, the series
which turned into a marathon
8 hours of Icelandic sci-fi
while it was raining outside
another promise not broken
•
my last day as logistics
was spent driving
my sixth time around
the Golden Circle
with a full day of rain
all of the sights
and the tourists
were still there
and I finished the book
I started reading
in quarantine, in February
•
for my last Saturday
we had a very productive day
visiting museums with free tickets
a board game, coffee, and buoys
to having ice cream
white chocolate pistacchio
buying more souvenirs
for myself and others
and riding a scooter
for the first time
Grotta is worth
to be out of bounds
place feet in a hot pool
with sushi floating around
and end the day
with ’90s music bingo
dancing until midnight
because covid restrictions
are back again tomorrow
•
the last Sunday
a full schedule of emotions
we completely missed
had breakfast twice
with salmon for the first
vegan porridge for the second
and tears for both
play jaja ding dong
made it to the wall
and the wall of niceland
was torn down into a book
it took us hours to make
and I couldn’t look at the wall
of emptiness behind us
the suitcase is almost packed
with rocks and socks
the last days in Iceland
I won’t be here
because suddenly
it felt okay to leave
Inspiratsiookean 