Enga mellom fjella: where from across the meadow, poems sing from mountains and molehills. |
Sentinel Marked as if you own me I bow before the Bitterroots and just like you my rocky soil, my withered grass lays prey to the empty sky. © Kåre Enga 2007 "Sentinel" Reader's Choice of Poems: "Zmitri" "In the midst of silence" "Waterlily" "Speak soft my name" "Willowsong" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Doing and don'ting. A scene in 2nd person." "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Half-naked dreams? 'Getting the stain out of genes!" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...tomorrow may be worse. me: I bought shoelaces, gloves, ziplock bags for clothes (hope I can compress them), M&Ms (two bags of chocolate since United Airlines charges extra for food), razors... and I picked up my meds. I have clothes set aside. Too many I fear but getting them into bags and compressing them tonight should be fun (not). My lists are getting shorter. By tomorrow, Wednesday, it won't matter much. What's done is done. What isn't? Parts of the trip aren't planned yet but I feel confident that I can continue planning once I'm in Hawai'i. For example: trains are tricky in Japan but even that has an answer. People have been very nice to me recently. And I gifted some jade plants and found a friend to look after a bunch and another friend will water what's left in my room. So... just checking in before I check out. |