Friday, 30 December 2011

Look I made a grebe

My house is by a river and very close to the place where my father showed my little-child self his first little grebe. Passing nearby this morning I thought of grebes and, in the very moment the thought popped into my head, a sinuous grebe popped out of the water with a silvery fish in its beak.

The thought world and the material world sang, in that one moment, the same song.

Look I made a grebe, where there never was a grebe (with apologies to Sondheim).

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