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Issue 4

 

 
 

Gail Rudd Entrekin

 

Nepenthe

 
 
At the restaurant on the coast, having survived
three flights of stone steps to sit at the counter
along the rail on the top deck, we are overlooking
the vast blinding brightness of the sea.
I am stunned by the effort it has taken, the lack
of transcendence in the resulting bustle
of ordinary eating and serving. We share
a pulled pork sandwich, a slice of apple pie.
We are mostly silent now. Our effort
to be cheerful has washed us empty and clean.

Finally we stand to go, gather our jackets, bags,
his slender new cane. As he comes along carefully
avoiding the tables, the feet, I stand watching
the water far below jostle and swell in its enormous
bowl, and he joins me, turns back to the view.
Is it mountains? He asks. After a moment
I take his arm. We turn. We walk away.