A space for thinking,
this wandering. But winter
has other ideas.
Halfway home, I can’t
form a thought. I’m becoming
landscape not inscape.
Low tide, bits of ice,
Canada geese half in, half
out, already home.
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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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…becoming landscape…
And I not quite a fixture here nor there. Though I shared a haibun at a virtual gathering of poets today and felt for the slightest moment. Alive.
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