‘Reykjavik’ (Poem)

The cranes move back and forth
shifting containers as the
channel rests sapphire vibrant
still behind
the mountains misty lit
thunder scape, dark alone old
beat stretching north to greater
movement where construction
workers match cigarette
drops in puddle
from morning
sleet
as cargo ships dock
swinging edgy
into a moody
Reykjavik evening.