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" "Glice" "Between us" "For Jeanette ... when she grows old" "Starbeams on Tulsa" Reader's Choice of blog entries from my old blog "L'aura del Campo" : "Death of Jeannie New Moon" "Winter: 18 Mas'il (December 29)" "When is it proper to tell someone you love them?" "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Poems inspired by maps. Remember 1963?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
No... not bored... just slogging through each day. Today was better after a great night's rest. Missed one mass at the Santiago de Compostela cathedral but got to the next. The level of disrespect inside really bothered me yesterday but folks behaved better today. I've taken tons of photos, spoken to people from so many places, called family and friends, kept in touch on facebook, wrote in my journal, eaten a variety if foods... Still not thrilled. I suspect I'm expecting too much as trip has been far more interesting than my blog. I haven't been in much of a writing mood. Tomorrow I'm off to A Coruña. |