My shadow left me for a day.
It joined a general shade.In sun I looked down on the walk
In vain to find a silouette made.
Without my shadow, I felt sad
And wondered did I still exist?
Did light sail through my body now?
Was I insubstantial as a mist?
My shadow, it returned at last
And soldered itself to me.
My shadow proves my substance, yes--
It places and displaces--see?
hans ostrom 2024
