…dancing in the wind
We are all shadows
dancing in the wind
fragile
and insubstantial
untethered
yet anchored
listening
to the ticking clock
sounding out
into emptiness
its echoes
circling us like prey
we are ever hidden
from the light
at best
we are silhouettes
that occasionally overlap
at worst
we disappear
in the light
only to return
in the dying
of the day
we exist
in various shades
of darkness
painfully stretched
by an unforgiving sun
we cannot move
yet are constantly
displaced
mere projections
interventions
that we cannot resist
we live
in three dimensions
rarely seen
for who we are
painted as ghosts
we are our own
emotional blind spots
the we
we do not want to see
created
by the non-transparent
the opaque
the absence
of light
this is our lineage
from which we are birthed
yet we are reliant
upon the light
to survive
day turns to night
night turns to day
with every tick
and every tock
we tremble unseen
shifting and stretching
as if freedom
is just within reach
aching
to escape the cycle
but there is
no hope
just as the shadows
of every season
we exist
as long as the earth
has a sun
for it is written
in the sacred texts
and there is no undoing it
© Ann Bagnall