Note: I subscribed to The New Yorker Magazine because of its great political writing following the election. Most of the other writing is much too highbrow for my tastes but occasionally a piece of poetry or a cartoon makes me think or smile. This is one of the poems. The Navesink is a river in New Jersey that flows into the Sandy Hook Bay.
Navesink
Before he died, blind and emaciated,
my grandfather, who loved the opera,
told me sometimes
among the tall trees he walked and
listened to the sound
of a river entering the sea
by letting itself be swallowed.
– Meghan O’Rourke
This is the only comforting and uplifting thing I have read since being diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. Thank you for posting it.