Light and Shadow


Under the street lamps
my triple shadow
lengthens, fades, disappears.

A puddle of dark
clings to my feet
like the looming shadow
of someone behind.

Gazing upwards
past veils of city  lights
my grateful eyes accept
a gift of ancient photons.

Light has no mass here
else Earth would be fat
with starlight
of four billion years.


Light only glimmers, flickers,
sparkles through chinks
in our drafty universe,
hinting at ineffable glory

somewhere else.



2 responses »

  1. This is so wonderful. I love poetry and couldn’t write a poem in a million years. I can see your blog will give me great joy! I will savor it!

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