Shadows
Our sepia selves
Anchored by the soles of our feet to our own suspended reflections.
A strange world where I, for once, am taller than you
Or we stand as giants and hand in hand over land we loom.
Like fun-fair mirror glass
The sun makes fun with us
Pulling our bodies out of shape
Stretching limbs to elongate.
Dappled dates are documented with a camera click
Our edges blur as the light plays tricks.
On lazy hazy days or when the clouds demand the skies
Our dusky doubles disappear and hide.
But when the sun reclaims her place and tells us so
By touching gold on all below
We see the dark creep at our toes
And welcome back ourselves
Our shadows.