Looking East Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

The view
looking out of the window facing inland
I see a petrol station painted green and across
the station a shabby supermarket with
an incompetent staff yet an excellent place to go
if you need to buy milk.
Buying wine is not recommended they don`t
know how to store it and the wine goes off.
The road below me is as usual full of traffic
that flows to fast.
I can`t see the upland the view is closed
by ugly blocks of flats too cold in the winter
too hot in the summer.
I sigh, return to my terrace that faces the sea
and dream of my youth back when I was a seaman and old age an abstract thought.