A Child's Energy Knot  I talk with my ex-girlfriend Annie Thomas on the phone. She is in Wilmerton and wants to see me. I'm at or near my friend Matt Yams' house. I give her directions. I say I'll be outside shooting baskets when she gets there.  I'm at a place with Spencer, my coworker at Juicy Poultry Corporation. He says we're far away from Wilmerton in southwest Montana. He says we're 100,000 away. I know that's not right: it could be 100 miles. I am distraught because I won't be at the house when Annie comes. I have called form where I am now, thinking I was somewhere else. Now I can't be where she is going because it is too far for me to go in the time it will take her to get there. There are some children there. I talk to them. There is a woman who speaks to the children, controlling and demanding them, telling them to be still, and other things. The woman is trying to be a good guide, trying to help the children. I yell at her. I am very loud and firm in my words. I tell her what she is doing is not helping the kids; it is hurting the growth of the child. I speak of the ball of energy in the child, and when she tells a child to be still, how that energy forms a tight ball, clenching like a knot. There area I am in Spencer says is a wilderness. He likes it. The brilliant orange sun sets quickly as we watch.