Enga mellom fjella

Scribes

Composed this morning in the bathtub ... one of my fav spots for inspiration!

Scribes

blackbirds pause
midflight
as black ink spills
from sharpened quills
hands that hold them quiver

cold silence
stolen from a distant war-come-home
yawns in too-near flames

they flee
or face the dawn
black robes exposed as gossamer

bold quills abandoned
bleed with ebon ink
as thoughts take flight

a thousand feathers

© Kåre Enga 2008 [165.13] 2008-04-03

ME:

R is home! And in a good mood, ready to pack and take on NYC! I'm happy for him. We paid the rent today and informed the owner's son that we are moving on.

I like the place ... alot. but, I feel this urge to move and realistically need to find a cheaper place (not likely in this town). So ... moving on.

R suggests a Dodge Caravan. I would concur, but still think a mini-RV may be easier on this aging bag-of-bones.

By NO RV camp! No retirement village. R's mom lives among the golf-at-tee-time, bingo-at-tea-time clubbers. Ick. R is moving to NYC for the mental stimulation. Chess 27 hours a day, 8 days a week, 400 days every year. Me? I'll connect with farmers down at the diner and college kids at the coffeehouse. Either choice is more invigorating.

Why?

I wasn't a high-school cheerleader or quarterback and green swatches of manicured suburbia give me the heaves.

I'm melting (Spring is here, but not quite there yet in Maine.):



Kansas: a puddling 45º.

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