Sunday, November 8, 2009

Bright anticipation

As we stand in the shallows
awaiting the waves,
we who are darkness
are dancing in light,
our shadows truncated
where hearts begin.
How can it be,
that a heart casts no shadow,
that all the dark comes
from the legs, hips and heads?
Perhaps that single elevated foot
provides uplifting answer:
our darkness is at its strongest, clearest,
just before we step into the light;
can it be each heart's already glowing,
bright with anticipation?

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1 comment:

Maureen said...

You cannot know how this poem resonates, as I just finished writing and posting an essay for my online book group in which I, too, consider our shadows.

Lines I particularly like is "How can it be,/that a heart casts no shadow. . . ." and "our darkness is at its strongest, clearest/just before we step into the light;..."

I leave my essay with questions. You conclude your poem with affirmation. Thank you.