The inland sea of
an island is the ocean
of my revery.
Windsurfers, children
playing in the shallow waves—-
knocked down, up again.
I’m no Ishmael.
Between me and that hori-
zon something more than
ocean. Bright sails and
the dark heads of swimmers fill
the emptiness I
am at the moment.
It is enough this between
we are and I am.
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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 tom.develyn@comcast.net. 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 http://tdevelyn.com and other sites.
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