It takes a snow day
to redeem the idea of
communication.
Seeing the snow we
look up from our screens, we kill
the radio, we wait.
The silence of snow
becomes a backdrop for things
with big things to say,
abstract things like Time
and Being. ‘We are always
communicating
our several loves.
We can’t say our names, they mean
nothing to us because
we are many not
one. We happen together:
in community
as children outside
scream with ecstasy to feel
our touch hot and cold.’
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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 
I’m persuaded Tom: yes, snow can do all that and more!
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The space of the poem helps the reader understnad how communication comes through touch .
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