In all these poems Iâm 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 doorway or 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. Â Â Â Poet Karen Enns takes the reader on a lyrical journey, wrapped in the vicissitudes of seasons and weatherâwhile 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. Â
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