Thursday, September 24, 2009
deviant art "shadow child"
by Donnell Hunter
You could be in that shadow.
You know, the one where the leaf
wants to turn but there is no wind.
Or maybe next to the rock
the sun never finds until summer
I had a shadow once.
I trained it to keep its place,
just behind, like a well-mannered hound,
and sometimes on walks I read aloud
the words of a stranger who lived
all by himself at the edge of a pond.
Posted over on New From Nowhere
from THE SLEEP OF GRASS: A Tribute in Poetry to William Stafford