they can’t wait for you to arrive
they’ve never been so excited to meet someone
you study the photo
you long for a microscope
is their happiness real?
you don’t want to travel five thousand miles
just to trade one family artifice for another
you imagine yourself in the center
of their lighthearted Scandinavian world
you could so easily be wrong, but
it looks like
joy
bubbling up like a spring
from
the Land of the Midnight Sun
you try to imagine feeling so at ease
with your family
with anyone
you try to visualize unlocking
the cupboard in your chest
you can’t
but you want to
you really, really want to
the last thing in the envelope is a long postcard with twelve different photographs of the sun at different heights in the sky
in Norwegian and English it says:
Midnattssol på midtsommerskveld i Nordland
Midnight sun on Midsummer Eve
in Northern Norway
you open a (newly purchased) map
spread it across your bed