Yesterday in Oslo we visited a museum with a stave church. At the steeple of the church we saw the fore and aft of a Viking ship. This is fitting since the ancient church considered the church, or nave, to be a ship. The following poem is reflection on this.
do not stray far
from home. Yet, Viking steeples
North Sea sagas and summon
adventurous pleas to please hoist anchor.
No, these Nordic arks are not to be restricted
to pairs of possibilities, rather a plethora
of potentials, as that itinerant
preacher sets root in this skiff.
He sprouts as mast, and from this stalk, he
stretches forth beams decked with
Sister wind wills this
this way, that – madly off –
befitting a Viking nave.