Shadows.

                                       In the streetlight, on the sidewalk, shadows
                                       pool and extend, creating and recreating.
                                       They are – without wondering what they are.
                                       And just once I want to exist that way.
                                       Small enough. Faint enough.
                                       I search for another word to show myself;
                                       What I create and recreate. To be in the world
                                       without eyes to see it. To expel my name
                                       and find the place, an absence, where
                                       there is no I, or you, dear reader.