Soft Day

“I am just one who, when
Love breathes in me, takes note and then goes on
showing the meaning that’s ordained within.”
Dante, Purgatorio 24 (Kirkpatrick)

On soft days like this
I cock an ear to hear the
inland ocean of

the estuary
breathe in and out. Silence of
the white gulls floating.

Walking the peri-
meter I get no closer
to the source of that

intimate sound. More
original than the light,
it casts no shadow.

The wind shifts: hard rain.
What brought me out leaves me hap-
py as a dog’s tail.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

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