Nunamnir watched the tide come in
Finding joy in all boats rising
Resting in a view of progress
The abundance of tide
Will bring abundance of fish
We will never go hungry again
Later, finding joy in one not drowned
“Ziusadra, the mooring-rope of heaven and earth has snapped
We are on our own now”
Image credit: Trosser (30 January 2009), Trondheim Havn.
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