A strange place, this –
and what a lucky find!
The right whale, codfish, seals:
mysterious plenty
at the rim of nothingness,
a mirage found in ice and fog,
free for the taking,
and taken –
by Basques and Bretons,
Welshmen, Irish,
men from Dorset, Devon.
A new found land –
paid for in shipwreck,
frozen limbs,
exile and loneliness,
abandoned homes,
deserted hearts.
A strange place, this.
The sadness of a lucky find.
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