Thunderer’s Path
Because I went to Iceland
and spoke to the elves,
and I crawled in the holes,
where they lived.
And it was real.
And I sat in cafes
and read the book on Sufism,
and i wondered what tasavuf
really meant.
And I sat on benches,
and eat expensive cheap hamburgers;
and they were good,
really good.
Like the cheapest coffee I could get,
that was still
expensive.
And the magical staves,
I read from books I did not want to buy.
And they were real.
And all of it was real,
and all of it was a story.
And I was the story
and I was the story teller.
And at times I wondered
If I was really went there;
or was it all a dream:
as all of life is.
But the 100000 kKronas,
I could not exchange
anywhere in Europe,
testify;
that something
must have happened.
And I will be back.
And the Thunderer is surely
waiting
for me
to gather up the courage
to come
back
Home
again.