Another look at the shadow
by John Smallshaw
I turn to face my shadow's face, my shadow turns away..
..but I burn with curiosity to see those features.
That shadows are just creatures of the night..that's not right.
I don't believe that crap..
..my shadow's always got my back and I believe..
that when I wear my heart upon my sleeve it's got a shadow too.
My shadow follows everywhere but I have noticed at odd times it doesn't seem that it is there..at those times I feel bare.
Sometimes it wants to box.
I think I'd knock the socks off it..so I just sit and pass an hour or two..that's how it goes for me.
The shadow sees..the shadow knows..again that's how it goes.
But I would love to see the face of that which follows every place I go.
You'd think by now I'd know that shadows are so very shy.
I wonder why
So I shall wait a bit..turn quick and I might catch a look..if my shadow mistook my movement for a twitch.
I think I'll wait for evermore to catch my shadow out..If I shout..spin roundabout it always seems to know just what it is I want it to show..
And it's always, always a never no go..
..my shadow just will not show.