In The Act.
On my walk by the water, my saunter by the sound, on the edge of the estuary, I saw three counselors from the day camp talking. As I wondered what they were discussing, saying, thinking, I was reminded of the poem by my late father entitled, “In the Act” which — for me and my children — is insightful and life-altering; especially the first verse. Here is that special, deep, clever verse, followed by a link to the full poem on my father’s poetry blog:
In the act of speaking
and hearing you speak,
one of my selves moved off
and stood to watch.
— George Murray
To enhance and emphasize the third-person triptych-triality of human interactions — listening, speaking & observing — I did a little edit of this otherwise bland, blasé photograph of three camp counselors…
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