Our life is like a perpetual shadow
With us wherever we go.
In morning, noon and night
Wherever there is light.
Shadows are part of our silent growth and being
Whether working in sunlight or loving in moonlight.
Shadows are ubiquitous; following us every day
In January, October and May.
The shadow length can be short or tall
At equator, poles, spring, or fall.
Many of us live in the shadow of others
Friends, parents, sisters and brothers.
For some a shadow is like a mother’s womb
For others superstition, doom and gloom.
Some have a fear of shadows or sciophobia
In Russia, China, Ireland and Australia.
Trees, buildings and churches have shadows
As do birds, ants, blades of grass and corn rows.
We know that our life will end in perpetual shadow
When at rest we will cease to grow.
Stan Brunn, April 28, 2015
|Photo by Bob Brinkmann.|