Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
Oriole This is the gift: one oriole hunting bugs, head up, head down among the old elm's twigs. This the moment, begged by a boy only ten, at wonder with a sight he had never seen, a dream from some coloring book. This too comes to pass, a poem Kilmer thought he'd never see: one oriole, one elm, one me. © Kåre Enga [164.138] 07-07-17 Emptying The nest empties of the sparrow, shot out the cannon of the metal T of the pole that beholds a purple rope holding the wet whiteness of wash from flying on with a breeze. In the morning, chirps. In the evening, the silence of rabbits and the flirt of fireflies, the mosquitoes that draw succulence from the night. All seek to celebrate life. Yet the dawn comes when the nest remains empty ... and slowly starry lamps go out light by light. © Kåre Enga [164.139] 07-07-17 IMAGES: Feathers scattered around a carcass; spent yucca blossoms below a stem that weeps without fruit. Four young women playing a drinking game of tossing a frisbee at a Corona Light perched on a plastic pole. Poppy seeds clinging to fingers; the dry roughness of hollyhock seeds. THOUGHTS: Scrolls of the sycamore ... the shedding of old bark ... what's written there in the pawprints of the squirrel? Calmer now than for a long time, but more personal details are kept in the other blog, "Hoarfrosts from Hell" [GC] READING: Susan Deborah King: One Breasted Woman: "Elm", "Death", "Oblation", "On the March: a Life" Ko Un: "Once you have cracked all 1700 koans there will still be a boat on the water In the sky there will still be clouds." ¿PREGUNTA? Anyone going to the Red Dirt Festival in Shawnee, Oklahoma on November 2nd and 3rd? Or going to Nimrod in Tulsa on October 19th and 20th? I went to both in 2003 and have wanted to return ever since. Now I can. Any other festivals I should know about in the U.S., Canada or México? 22,138 |