569 December Discernment 12-13-15

In those few moments before the
not-really-dark-enough for
“can’t see my hand in front of my face”
almost conquers dusks gray,
adding shades to shades of night,
but not quite,
when, there, on the surface of the
irrigation pond which ought to be
invisible, but isn’t, is still
still enough to mirror
leafless branches of harvested
wine sap apple trees,
growing, it seems
from beneath the water.

An almost winter almost blackness,
when seeing borders on Vision,
when the answer to,
“Did I see that?”
is “maybe?”
and is right.

About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2020 and it's 72! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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