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" "Glice" "Tales told over scones and hot tea" "At three" "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." "Footprints in the snow, in memory of Nyia Page" "Wheat penny. Gave in, started a forum." FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
The last month has been emotionally draining. The trip back was uneventful but tiring. Today I'm just out-of-sorts exhausted. I need a vacation. A vacation in the sense of "vacate". Maybe a trip east to Ontario to visit friends or going to Eureka... I need to: Just hang out, not travel. Have no obligations nor responsibilities. Have no expectations. And there's the rub... visiting friends may come with expectations. Maybe I should visit the Cotswolds, a place I've never been, and do nothing but walk, take pictures and write. A cottage with a resident cat or dog would do well. A quaint village would suit me fine. No tourists, no excitement, nowhere to go or be other than just to be. I may just settle on Missoula. Afterall, I've been on the road for three months out of four. I'm very tired and feeling withdrawn. Yep. I need to vacate. 51,654 |