I prefer shadows,
light’s darker part,
dappling a slow afternoon
through the trees.
One can see easier
from the shadows,
than beneath light’s
brighter glare.
Like metaphor translates,
clarity’s a contrast:
more than this or this,
more the leaf atremble.
You, me, and what we see
shadow the day’s ripple.
(December 4, 2016)
