torsdag 17. juni 2010

Get on board, the dream is living ... !



There is a small marina just at the mouth of the river.  Here, a bundle of quadratic-looking vessels are moored, bricks of white fiberglass in strict rows.  Daycruicers with stripes or logos in fancy colours, all visualizing a forced hurry, proud conquerors of any element.  200 horsepowers … 250 …. 275 …

Contemplating all this sheltered speed, these champions in chains, I also try to look a bit into myself.  Possibly hoping that a Sinbad, or even a Long John Silver shall emerge after a time of absence.  That doesn’t happen.  Almost frightened, I wonder if they might be strangled under a pile of passed years, or stuck in a wilderness of apparently sensible running about.

Partly resigned, I let my gaze slip over to the other side of the river.  That is when it happens.  A  sudden recognition creates an echo.  It is the thrill of a thought, an ancient memory, maybe even from unlived ages.  I see an agreeable form, a shape of a kind that feeds the soul.  Happily, I zoom in to the dream and the joy …

2 kommentarer:

Rune (Bildebloggen) sa...

Båten skal være av tre, akkurat som det var fra starten av, mye jobb, men det betaler seg i lykkerus når man kan putre avsted. Pent bilde og fine ord til! Ha en fin kveld.

Rune Kvisla sa...

Takk for det, Rune. Ja, trebåter ... bare den spesielle lyden av småbølgene som klukker mot en kjøl av treverk er vedt litt ekstra anstrengelse. For egen del våkner drømmen om en færing opp på denne tiden av året ... :-)