On Top Down Under

On Top Iceland a lighthouse a cold winter evening Her thoughts drift back to that summer to bathing in the hot springs to when they first met and embraced Down Under Australia the desert a blistering heat wave His pickup stops at an icehouse he lays the blocks neatly on the buckboard and drives off haunted by a aching memory Without dialogue or comment save for verses from a sonnet by John Keats Fridrik Thor Fridriksson links the thoughts the emotions the sensual longing of young lovers at opposite ends of the world A tone poem a collage of sight and sound