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: "Sentinel" "In the midst of silence" "Between us" "Speak soft my name" "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." "Even in chaos ... More hockey poems." "Tupac and more poetry" "Czernina (Dirk's-blood-soup?) and Murv Jacob's mural" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I'm glad I wrote what I did yesterday. Today I received a facebook message that clarified a particular situation. Now that the air is clear... What I wrote still stands. Hard to be friends with people who do not have the same concept of a friendship or any similar relationship. When I do go back to Costa Rica I'll have to explain to my "friends" what that word means to me personally. First, I'll need to write an article explaining this to ME! And to others. Cultural and personal barriers can be overcome with understanding. But, oh the pain... When I moved to Montana six years ago (that long?) I told some people that I don't have friends. Hurt a few... But in some ways it was true back then and to an extent still is. Friendship is a precious commodity. And like a fine wine must be chosen and aged properly. Maybe I'll just stick to grape juice. |