The Plum

The plum is the color of evening.

It lifts like a star, rich with that light. It is a star, the first star of evening.

The plum shines with an impossible light.

The plum ripens into reality. All swells from it into the far reaches of the night.

The plum is rich and cold and sweet.

The plum is of Eden, and is like the first fruit here. It is also the rich and ripening world God made for us.

The plum is a starry night here that we think of with God, when the stars first come out and the world has that plum-colored light we love.

The plum ripens into my hand, and is Being (all that is) itself incarnated in a circle that returns to itself to swell into more existence.

God’s Being, another thing here than Being as we know it, is for philosophy and all. God’s Being is the plum: it appears as Being, and is color to reality, and is the flesh of all that is and the knowing of it all to God.

The plum is the plum, and is the first star of evening.