To go back
to where I came from
tractor tracks are still there
and potatoes
the ones left behind

The spruces take up a lot of space
the breath in the treetop
what only spruces can
when there are enough

To travel is to live
they say
not to travel is to wither
I think
Not to travel back is to lose
who I was
in the rustle of the spruces

Steen Nesdam