Ísland
2/2/2008
I have soared o'er snow-covered mountains at close of day
I have warmed my hands in Geysir, first of the geysers, moments before an erruption
I have crossed the frozen lake Tjörnin
I have drunk molarkaffi in a roadside shop, for a road that could barely be seen
I have walked through snow as high as my waist
I have felt the spray of Gullfoss freeze my face
I have watched Europe and America drift apart, no faster than my fingernails grow
I have lived... in Iceland
