Snowcapped

~

Words are going missing

When the eyes are feasting

~

Voraciously, ravenously

The head keeps darting, peeking

Wanting to take it all in

Intensely, uncompromisingly

Vestiges of faerie tale pasts,

Keeping them alive

Wishing to commit spiraling serenity

To successive memory

~

The camera inside the eye

Turns itself on, ready to capture, to imbibe

No matter the lines of chronological time

These are the sights worth a rewind

No more probing inquiry

No more surface insufficiency

~

It's beautifully enough to become

Arrested by a window of wandering delight

Eons cradled on site, a lasting gift from years past

An unmitigated feast for the contemplative gaze

~

The internal compass fervently

Steering clear of dissecting debris

Looking up and out

Far from inquisitive and diminishing shouts

Arctic Circle harmony cradled by

A blanket of brushed on beauty

Reposing near the clear and silent sea

The world here beckons infinitely

~

In Akureyri – Home of the North

Life doesn’t insist on rushing by

It instead saunters along

All is less hectic, less frantic

Less self-inflicting

‘I am happy, healthy, and kind

And I love myself unconditionally’

~

The mantra rings more true

All the way up here

It advocates a change of pace

A turning around of mood

Tallying things in life that matter more

~

The mental finger lifts,

Presses down gently:

Click!