I am a slow learner in nearly every thing. I am a fan of multiple examples, slow demonstrations and repetitive gestures. For most of my life, this caused me a great deal of frustration and shame. Now I don’t really give a shit. I’m happy to be taking extra diving lessons while the rest of the crew heads out to sea next Sunday.
I used to explain my general ineptitude at sports,crafts, handiwork, cooking, to the fact that I spent more time reading about things than actually doing them.
As a moody teenager, I stayed on the sand with a book, using Swinburne’s ocean to deepen and transform the cold, black waves of Plum Island, Massachusetts into something primal, maternal:
Mother of loves that are swift to fade,