Candles of kerosine
Light the graves on Christmas Eve
I squint my eyes
And I pretend it's the aurora
Erase, combine, erase
These overlapping shapes
I lose my sight
Along the shape of their becoming
On Austurstræti
A woman says to me
""In order to be still
You must begin with being still""
And so I stay that way
For most of Christmas Day
The sun it sets
In Reykjavík
At the same time as it rises
And the darkness
It moves around as I sleep
It's not where I think it should be
When I rise from my bed
And you are
A beautiful ghost
You clean my body with sulphur and salt
And the sound of flagpoles in the wind
And I think
That I prefer it this way
With everything quiet on Boxing Day
I am whole
You are whole
We are whole right now
We close the bar at four
And wait the eight hours more
To see the day
The unknown day