Dislocations

In all these poemsI’m partly somewhere else.With you, without you,walking toward you or away,but you are there, your small facewatching from the shadow of a doorwayor a set of stairs, from behind a curtain or a table.Sometimes I see you at the piano.You stop playing, turn to me,and in that pause,tell me something necessary.   Poet Karen Enns takes the reader on a lyrical journey, wrapped in the vicissitudes of seasons and weather — while observing human and other-than-human lives. Enns invites us to peer and is concerned always with the locations and dislocations perspective implies and creates.