hey Google, call Iceland
why do you keep calling me back
the thought of Heimaey
makes me want to smile
and cry at the same time
•
I want to return
for tiny Reykjavik
to visit the swimming pools
and the ocean on either side
go to bars with music
that I actually like
with the people
I feel like I belong
•
to not be judged by anything
besides my lacking Icelandic
I look Nordic, and that’s racist
for the inspiration
of expressing myself
and the courage
of sharing it with the world
for the real winter
I long to see
but probably never will
being an environmental camp leader
was not enough to stop climate change
but I’ll always keep on trying
•
I will return to work
and I can’t comprehend
it won’t be the same
I still keep idealizing
feeling capable
of managing rent twice as high
for a place twice as small
being alone in a country
where I know 5 people
during the darkest days
of winter without snow
the heart wants odd things
•
I want to return
for the winds so high
and the tide so low
the Highlands and the Westfjords
when the roads aren’t closed
the volcano keeping me warm
’til the time is right
and the golden hour passed
into the brightest of daylight’
Inspiratsiookean 