Enga mellom fjella

Potato in the sky

Potato in the sky

A lump.
A brown potato.
A rump of rock and dirt.
Mt. Jumbo
slumps above two rivers,
guardian of the Gates of Hell.
It bears the letter L
wears it on its leather jacket,
proudly, loyally,
tells no lies, shares no gossip
from where its watery mouth spits forth,
strewn with stone.
It is the bone
revealed by rivers,
scoured by glaciers.
A bump.
A baked potato.
A large brown hump
known humbly as
My Jumbo.

© 2008 Kåre Enga [165.279] 2008-09-25

I looked up at Mt.Jumbo. It looked liked an Idaho potato, too lumpy, bumpy to be a camel, but a similar color. I'm sure it's green in Spring; i know it's white in winter, but for now it's brown. So ... a poem.

A link to an image from a year ago: http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1288/1298810...
A greener view: http://homepage.mac.com/wrk/iblog/C612630641/E2053227685/Media/Mt%20Jumbo.jpg
This one's really nice: http://www.montananaturalist.org/programs/images/mt%20jumbo.jpg

ME:

I have a futon.

Michelle and Adina got it into the car and Michelle and I got it up the 20 flights of stairs. (It was only two flights, but ...) I'm staring at it. It isn't moving ...

Neither was the big blue heron in the Clark Fork. Stoic bird just waiting for something, someone to float on by.

It's 8 o'clock and it's too early to go to bed (it beckons) and I'm tired (I reckon) so ...

After posting this I'll head out for a bit.

Did get the wash done today. Did get to the store. Picked up three pears from the ground. Made me a grilled orange brandywine and smoked gouda sandwich.

And I rescued a pank geranium.

Montana

Answer to raeburk01:

I see that it is 80s during the day, 50s at night in Kansas; here it is 70 and 40.
The leaves are turning slowly. They may stick as we have little wind and rain here.

I like this town for the people.

There isn't the "warmth" I felt when I lived in Oklahoma;
but they are more civil than in Lawrence,
less rushed (there is nowhere to go from here),
civic oriented (much like Lawrence),
somewhat small town in feeling,
friendly.

This town is overrun with artists and writers.
When I mention what my ideas or needs are,
I get positive intelligent looks in response.

My booklets are receiving good "reviews".

At times in Kansas I felt like I was a nobody,
that no one was interested in what I was doing.
Not true, of course.

But I wasn't a famous and upcoming young writer.
I couldn't hang out with the in-folk in Kansas City.
I was poor (a disgrace around KC).
I wasn't part of the university.
I wasn't a Lawrencian ...
I was nobody.

So ... things are going better here.

Just send me some of that Kansas sunshine come winter!

(I may visit the area this winter)

Montana: 56º at 20:00.

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