A babysitter is asleep,
angled in a corner of the sharp
iron bench. The baby is quiet,
asleep in the direct sunlight.
How shall we find our way in-
to this moment which stands between
us and a remembered future?
It is speaking, the water,
telling over each detail
with a retreating chuckle of gravel.
Loneliness is not appeased,
but the water is speaking, at least.
We will follow the glance of the water.
TODAY IN SLATE
The Irritating Confidante
John Dickerson on Ben Bradlee’s fascinating relationship with John F. Kennedy.
My Father Invented Social Networking at a Girls’ Reform School in the 1930s
Renée Zellweger’s New Face Is Too Real
Sleater-Kinney Was Once America’s Best Rock Band
Can it be again?
The All The President’s Men Scene That Captured Ben Bradlee
Is It Better to Be a Hero Like Batman?
Or an altruist like Bruce Wayne?
Driving in Circles
The autonomous Google car may never actually happen.