Green Peas at Stake

My Shadow

My shadow,
trailing behind me
in geometric shapes,
daring
to interrupt the light,
feeling not cherished.

At times, it sways
out of sight
to thwart off
onlookers.
Yet, then again,
it scans ahead
uneasily,
like a presentiment.

The higher the sun
the more it shortens,
with a devious tilt,
akin to miserly violets
on a mountain path,
veiled inside
purple shades,
hiding their fragrance.

I relish the piquancy
of its many ways,
for my shadow throws its net
steadily,
shrugging off dimensions,
acting sassy,
as if to say
it doesn’t care.
I guess,
it’s afraid
of fading from view
and dying unloved.