I was in Stockholm
But not on New Year’s Eve
I did see men fishing
Outside Parliament House
Also I browsed the market stalls
Of the archipelago craft traders
I have settled myself
With these few words
The turbulent times, they are in the past
Except that is in the memory
I did you see have the emptiness moment
On the steps of that Scandinavian berthed yacht
Only to find that in actual fact I was here
At home, on our Harris Tweed settee
Allowing my mind to roam, to wander
Not even thinking
That it might wobble
To return to where I thought I had already left
