As we stand in the shallowsawaiting 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?
* * *
1 comment:
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.
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