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: "'heart's home'" "Where grows the compost heap" "A radiant moon has set" "Speak soft my name" "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." "A Thanksgiving Dinner poem and the WDC Zoo" "James Doohan, Scotty. Ombra mai fu. Eutin Guitar Orchestra" FACES PLACES Kåre Enga ~ until everything was rainbow, rainbow, rainbow! And I let the fish go. ~ Elizabeth Bishop The Fish |
I need to write: "The Tales of Juan Shoe and Juan Sock" Just saying... Someday. Not today. Not feeling 100% and the band in the park is rocking the hotel. Not the wonderful quiet day I was looking forward to. Maybe I should've gone to Puntarenas? Just second guessing myself. I did get to Immigration. The guy told me to just lay low those last two days and not worry about it. Actually... going across the Panamá boarder would be just as stressful for me. Crossing into Nicaragua would be interesting though. With that resolved I need to focus on the next two weeks. I have friends to visit in the Central Valley. I could decide on visiting a couple places, relax, look forward to writing when I get back home and planing my next trip. This trip has been trippy. Such a mix of emotions. |