Singular Shadow

A singular shadow stood on a road
and scratched its shadow head

wondering which road to go down
toward what shadowy goal

He tried to call out
but his voice was merely an echo

If I could only be more substantial
he thought to himself yet as the day waned
he became less so

He was shocked to see himself become
even more vague and indistinguishable

Some things like the imprint of tree branches as the
sun filtered down seemed to have
equal weight and some things like rocks
had more so

Yet he wasn’t without life
certain things made him tremble slightly
though other things like the wind
didn’t affect him at all

Where was he to go that was
different from where he came from?

And where was he now?

The road grew darker as the night came on

and he watched himself become
nothing at all

and the night become everything

7/15/2006 (from In the Realm of Neither)

Categories: Poems