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: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Koan on an October sky" 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!" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
Still not happy even though... 1. Bought train ticket to Santiago through Vigo. Cost about €25. 2. Arranged for place to stay in Santiago. 3. Went to old cathedral and took pictures. I need to get up early, miss breakfast, as train leaves at 8:15. After watching an older woman feed the birds I met an almost 2 year old born the day after my 60th birthday. He offered to share his lollipop. So sweet. Good moments, yes. But I'm still too tired to really enjoy them. |