It’s the dream we carry
that something wondrous will happen
that it must happen
time will open
hearts will open
doors will open
spring will gush forth from the ground–
that the dream itself will open
that one morning we’ll quietly drift
into a harbor we didn’t know was there.
---by Olav H. Hauge from Borealis (March/April 2002), translated from the Norwegian by Robert Hadin.