Enga mellom fjella

Come walk with me through willow-bottoms

Come walk with me through willow-bottoms

I welcome you to walk with me
through silted willow-bottoms, see
white butterfly, blue aster, three
bright bells of bindweed hosting bees.

Along these sand encrusted rocks
where reeds reside, push up through muck,
water spiders glide the surface flux,
fish eye our shadows, flee amok.

So, walk with me though willow branches
festooned with flotsam from spring's flood;
walk with me along the river,
this scorched-dry landscape's watery blood.

© Kåre Enga [166.191] 2009-08-30

Written from images 'collected' while walking along the Clark Fork yesterday.

Writing

Went to hear Rick Bass read about the Yaak from "The Wild Marsh". He uses present/past tense, you/I, eternal/personal, here/there (in other words deixis) very well. Kinda kneads the reader.

He said: "the timpanic sound of hollow cedar" and "listening to a fire searching for things to eat". I put them together for a couplet and then wrote a sonnet-like poem within a half-hour at Butterfly Herbs... To be posted when edited.

ME ?

Like I have time for this. I leave to Seattle in the morning and me, my room and my plants must be ready by them.

So why did I help Myrt today (because she helped me yesterday?) and why did I stop to glean black currents on the walk back (because I wanted to?).

Why am I blogging?

Montana: 82° at 7 p.m. in Missoula. Black skies hail from the south.

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