Historic Flood Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

Historic flood.
There are a few books unread on my
bookshelf and they will stay that way,
I needn´t read everything…printed.

My depression hangs in the landscape
streaks on dusty window panes tell me
the obvious: clean me now!

I wait for the pharmacy to open, after
lunch break, hope it is not full of women
talking about pills, illnesses and diets.

I´m not watching TV today I need not
know more about the storm every one
talks about…man, have I seen it worse!

Soon I will be stopped by a hero telling
me he was in NY during the histrionic
storm that made a governor legendary.

The apothecary should be open now,
better hurry and I don´t have to worry
what the newspapers say.