Enga mellom fjella

Part of me doesn't believe I am here

Part of me doesn't believe I am here


Three parts of my being
have wandered off on a lark:
left the hot prairies,
turned its back on the sea,
nestled here in a bosom of dust
between mountains.

A river runs through it, they say,
like an arrow sunk to its shaft
in unwilling flesh.
It will lie puzzled in bed:
till the sun blinks behind Jumbo,
till the 'M' sparkles like bone,
till the body groans and gets up.

Part of me doesn't believe I am here.
Part of me trembles, unwarranted fear.
Part of me questions where would I be
if I had listened before.

But it's the heart
that gives out
or gives in
to this moment.

It is lonely,
lonely,
and eager to hunt.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.193] 2008-08-11

From the prompt 'part of me doesn't believe I am here'.

ME:

I felt a bit better today. Took the #1 bus to the mall, had an ab-fab hazelnut gelato at Caffe Dolce. Picked up some paper, but I want more ... a lot more ... so I can start playing with ideas and making books. I bought a marbled design, one of cherry blossoms and another of cherries. But ... I'm really stoked by the variety of cotton, rice and embossed papers available.

Other than that, nothing much.

Montana: 65º at 22:00.

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