“The idiotic singular is the loved child of time at play.” William Desmond, GOD AND THE BETWEEN,237.

Napping after a

long walk in the Sierra,

my thin body on

the granite, I woke

to the glitter in the stone

as the sun went down.

Just in time. Boyhood

experience of the gift

of being in time.

For no good reason,

I made it back to the camp

in plenty of time.

Now old, I sit on

a rock, watching the light play

in time with the waves.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

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 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 and other sites.

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