Ode to The Shadow

Ode to The Shadow


How often do you bike
around your neighborhood?
The laughing children by the jungle gym,
the old couple on the bench,
the jogger with her dog,
and the dog with his tongue sticking out
are all images that passes you by
like some sort of black and white slide show.

How often do you find yourself
biking out of the busy city,
and into the quiet countryside?
The trees bend and hunch over,
perhaps they were touched by the storm
that blew by the night before.
The wheat dances and waves at the passerby.

And who are you?
For not joining them.

Stop for a moment and let your shadow
stretches his leg out.
Give him a pencil and a paper.
Let him dance with the wheat
and climb on the back of the tree.

How often do you get
to see you shadow laughing?
Instead of being attached to your body
Like some sort of slave.

But don’t worry though.
Because even long after you leave,
your shadow will still be here,

in front of the audience of stars,
singing a lullaby for the moon.