Dislocations

In all these poems I'm partly somewhere else.With you, without you, walking toward you or away, but you are there, your small face watching 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.