Comments about Fini Lokke
Written In A Steady Light
I may have tried to understand the wind
as if it told me something in particular,
but suddenly I find it tedious, in vain,
the way it comes and goes, and always is the same.
There must be more inspiring metaphors;
it does, however, make me see the lightning rod
in town, experienced in boyhood
from the window still, as surplus of security.
Civilization has it's merits, even rush;
so has a house, a radio at sea.
Until you sense the magic of such things again,
you may not fall for candlelight in summer cottages.
Or sea shells which can tell you ...