When I was young I imagined my old age as punctuated by long walks through the village with my wife. We’d talk quietly or not at all. As it turns out I do take walks by myself everyday. Unwilling to hire a car I carry my shopping in a tote and on the return trip from the shops I visit the cove. I’m getting to know the birds who live in the water. I ponder Merleau-Ponty’s
point that water is like flesh and radiates beyond the world: even the Atlantic Ocean doesn’t contain the water we say is “in” it. So much to think about!
The cormorant hangs
ten on the platform, wings dry
and ready to plunge.
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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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