We Learned That Everything Drifts
Green and Purple in the Barents Sea
almost everything: R/V Lance was
grounded deep on an unlucky reef
we heard Mayday and drove to assistance
sleepless the entire sunlit night.
Humming a shanty we wrote for the rescue
– our captain forbade us to sing it, of course –
we tugged with the strength of a thousand horses
till the hawser split in the blink of an eye
everyone failed to see it happen.
I had just spotted the school of orca:
they knew the strain and the splendid break
they felt it with all of their skin.
Title is quoted from Finnish poet Tua Forsström, with her permission, translated from the Swedish by Paula Sankelo