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" "Where grows the compost heap" "In search of Iris" "Speak soft my name" "Mauve Mavis" 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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
...everywhere I go. Today it was the receptionist at the hotel, the woman at the café, a fellow traveler from México, a man at the bus station... and so on and so forth... I find something to interest me as well... every day. Wandering around A Coruña was a very good idea. Found the beach, the harbor, the old town, the glassed balconies, a lovely park. Ate a salmon-orange tosta, a potato tortilla. And coffee. For 25€ I have my own private room tonight. More than I normally choose to afford but I'll deal with it. I think I'm just going to hang around town tomorrow, maybe find a real store and buy food rather than just eat out. Maybe wash some clothes? |