Another sleepless
night. The aging body aches
in each position.
It’s all in the mind,
they say. It’s true, the joy of
rising to greet things—
my book left open,
the amber of unfinished
scotch in a tumbler—
restores the balance.
Vertigo from too much close
work and the sleep of
finitude calls out.
Let be, let be, Agape,
minding all our sleeps.
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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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Metaxyturn Diaries 
Very nicely done Tom: controlled emotion, careful observation, and a mood established most convincingly for the reader.
(Now, put down that book, wash that glass, and get the coffee on! All the best this Sunday morning—John)
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