Tendrils
Spilling out in a fascinating array
like fern fronds
at a three hundred and sixty degree angle.
Light shimmering through the
water, picking out each tendril,
varying its shading wherever it lies,
enlarging the vision
like a magnifier, helping the
illusion hold its spell.
It is this split second
or never. Nothing is the same twice,
just as no two people see the same thing
in the same way, we, all of us,
use out imaginations as we view things,
describe things.
Some, like me, would see these tendrils
as fern fronds,
where another may see them as the
long hair of a cadaver...
Baltimore 2009
Jean A Isherwood Farley
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