Lofotveggen
They sold the house
while I evicted them
from my life.
I was forced to move
from the island
to a town
I could never stand.
The people in this town
speak about me
as if they know me.
They don’t.
From the plane,
I leave the town behind
and catch one last glimpse
of the mountains
in the distance.
The prettiest wall
I’ve ever stared into.
They flirt with me
in the midnight sun.
I smile back
and leave for the home
I built myself
on the other side
of the country.
A part of me
will always belong
in the mountains
of my old island.