when it is there, following,
i can never outrun it.
it is there ahead, during morning hikes,
walking with sun behind.
what does my shadow see
when it peers back at me?
does it see light
or only darkness from which it is cast?
or perhaps in between, the gray
not quite light, not yet dark.
what is it like
to live only in the gray?
it is there beneath my feet
during lunchtime strolls.
is it part of me,
or merely projection?
it is there on the desk
as i write.
is it there, in the dark
when i turn out the light?
© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge day 70.
Desert Dweller 