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'" "In the midst of silence" "A radiant moon has set" "La Bella Vita" "Wheat penny" 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?" "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 |
Fours hours. I moved the bed, the counters, went through stuff and stuff and stuff, twice, thrice... 10ish until 2ish in the morning. It took four hours to find my passport where it was supposed to be, a place I'd already checked at least twice. Got to sleep around 3 am. Walked around like a zombie yesterday. But... got to bank to transfer money. Informed them of my dates. Checked mail... none. I have vowed to take less. I'm only going for one month (32 days) and there shouldn't be a climate issue unless I climb a mountain. And I've done this before. My fist flight leaves tomorrow at 5 in the evening so no stress there. Gets in at 6 in the morning Thursday. Wish a friend would message me... Is he meeting me at the airport or not? Communication is always nice. No definite plans on this trip. Have a short but not hysterical wish-list of places to visit. I've been most everywhere! I may be traveling with a friend so that may make it more interesting than normal. |