'Port of refuge'

I found refuge in the poetry of Tomas Tranströmer, who was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature in 2011

My father died in April 2017. Last year, I could not be with my family around this time because I was in London. This year, yet again, I am far away in a small town in Haryana about 40 km north of Delhi, where I teach at a university. When the lockdown to check the spread of the novel coronavirus was hastily imposed by the government in late March — which now seems like the prehistoric age — I found myself here. Besides the ubiquitous uncertainty about the welfare of our loved ones (my mother and sister are in Kolkata),