Shadows

When we lose
our way, shadows borne
of fog devouring coastline,
mirrow weary limbs
salvaging our heart.

Never human, creepy
crouching step after step
as we souls so lost
survey invisibility.
anything, stoops near
Lincoln Center, subways
Saturday night to and
fro Brooklyn.

Shadow, must you
enunciation mutely
my every descent
to the darker place?

Who sent you?
Leave me my despondancy.
Justificating a suicidal brus -
watercolor merging in Florencia
school, Monet in his gardens.

Heroically, this shadow of me
crawls as a child, runs as trauma
bloodies the E.R., it will
not die! I alone only must speak
of shadow endurance, inflexibility,
unwillingness to die!