Am I Even Warm?

“The carpenters work for their crust of bread, and the tailors sew for vodka.”

It is more than possible;

It’s historically frequent

To narrowly miss insight,

To come close but pass it by,

The search passing by the tree

From which the quarry watches.

We don’t even know 

Who nearly figured it out

Until someone else does so,

And then we’re surprised

To realize in retrospect

Someone almost had it right.