Time and water and salt
What Have I Seen: Reflections on Seeing From Those Who Live
My father-n-law bequeathed to me a bayou, the brackish shore he absorbed through bare feet for 40 years, the one he left wild despite the real estate value of a view, the one he sometimes shared with men in tents, men without homes, men responsible for catching their own supper as was he as a boy on the Choptank.
For the all the years I was married to h…