Transmigration - Pellek

Filled my wicker basket to the brim with salt-spicy foods -I feel like a king

Because now, in a few thousand miles

I’ve seen and done it all!

All thanks to my daughter who understood that treatment would do me no good

Now in less than a year I’ve been everywhere

Mostly at sea and some in the air flying high!

From my cold Norway along the coast

Through Russian waters in my old boat

And we challenged the Sea of Okhotsk

Volcanoes and Japanese docks

Temples and a kind monk who shared his tea

With a freezing Norwegian from the sea

We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine

Heard the island tern’s soft scream

The lighthouse at God’s Pocket, sea stars and seals —

Orca whales in the gleam

Shining down through junipers and silver firs

I pulled our provisions right out of the earth

Through a modernized, scary dark place

I ran and I ran through fire and flames

And I rebuilt a worn out balloon

Sailed in the air with the sun and the moon

Now I’m flying away, up, up and away

We crossed the Pacific in a brigantine

Heard the island tern’s soft scream

The lighthouse at God’s Pocket, sea stars and seals —

Orca whales in the gleam