Landscapes were always my preservelying in my third-hand bath each nightthe water clouded by soapopaque as certain seasI raised my knees to tower overthe fjord of water between my legsI didn’t have my later geographer’svocabulary of fjords, rias and alpsthe drowned and the truncatedalps – shoulders bulldozed by the iceflanked by hanging valleyspouring high waterfalls … Continue reading Landscapes