If i could hold onto this moment,

this blue grey moment

of beauty

over the hammocking,

beyond the window,

and into the sky and wonder of chiseled trees

my books scattered around me

and aromas of slow cooked  stew

whispering to Shabbat’s glory waning 

on the edge of a coming crisp moon

if i could…


right here 

in the twilight 

and put this postcard in my pocket

well then 

i would.

and you know what?

even if i can’t,

i think i will click it away with  a  serene eyed lens 


for safe keeping 


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