Note for My Shadow

Note for My Shadow

First published in INK

My shadow’s been following me around for years,
it keeps close at the backs of my calves,
strokes at my heels with its velvet anti-hands,
clings on for dear life.

I think to say to it:
‘There’s got to be some other shadows your age
you can hang around with,
compare depths of black with
beneath various hyperbolic suns,
endless wells to hide in,
vast blank nights to hide in.’

But I guess I can only admire its selection
of its lifelong pursuit of me.
I say to it:
‘I’d follow me around if I wasn’t me,
only not so stealthily as thee:
I’d cut to the chase much sooner
and sneak me off home at the first chance.’