Poetry: “Shadows”

Shadows

Renowned for their mystery

Yet what about them is so mysterious?

You can use them to measure the circumference of the Earth

Find out where the sun is positioned in the sky

Reveal the identity of the shrouded figure behind the tree

They declare the time of day

Stretching with the coming twilight

Shrinking with the approaching dawn

But time, place, measurement

What are they worth in a world full of words and passion?

Shadows cannot capture intertwining whispers

Coyly exchanged glances

Reassuring embraces against the old sycamore

What is life without those things that are intangible?

Shadows capture time all you want

Time, place, form- none of that remains a secret

And yet the old sayings remain true

What else but shadows could calculate so much

Without truly capturing a moment?

Two joined hands mirrored in dark, sticky pavement

Relative or romance? Friend or foe?

The answer lies not in the shadow

But in the deepest cavity of the heart