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 Lagada, la vita" "Between us" "Boise City" "Mauve Mavis" 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?" "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "ENFP, what are you?" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I imagine myself dying unknown in an unknown place. Sound sad? Not if I get to travel around the world with my home on my back for the next 20 years. By then I'll be past my expiration date. Old bones are best buried. But I've also dreamed about a small cottage somewhere where no one goes. No mountains or beach to entice the tourist. No highway to bring them to my door. There are small towns in Kansas that come to mind. Like Lone Elm. I'd need a car though. To be surrounded by prairie, that sea of green grass beckoning me to enter its loneliness while listening to the wisdom that wheat whispers... that's my dream. An edited response to "My Black Heaven" by Harlow Flick, Right Fielder And my response to my response... We make choices. I've been known to overstay my welcome. Have you? I've zigged when I should've zagged never realizing until years later that I could've zogged. In 2008 I had to choose between Emporia, Seattle and Missoula. I chose Montana. That worked for awhile. In 2011 I moved to Costa Rica, keeping my options open to move back. Thankfully moved back. But now? Have I stayed here too long? Are my traveling days over? I left my heart in Kansas. Have I been away too long? Where is home? Do I overthink then whine too much? ~225 words Posted in "Blogville " |