Rokrassgat (Icelandic) a notoriously windy place.
Perhaps all that matters
is if where you are standing
there is light, at your shoulder–
your shadow long enough
to reach me, here
where shadows are rare; there
is so little that keeps the sky
from the ground.
Here, where the fields burn
and every building looks like
all it would take
is one strong wind
to blow it down.
jks
