Tuesday, May 24, 2016

our shadows touch


seeing my shadow cast by the sun
walking outside today, i thought
does it cast in the same
by the light of the moon ?

not unlike when i breathe,
never the same air
or my hand dipped in a river,
where and when water sifting
through my fingers, never the same

every mornings’ waft of lilac, rose
and lily, so too their shadows
dance in the breeze, always different
from day to day, whilst their 
movement, the sun's rays conduct

like the osprey flying o’er the black
sea at night, it knows no matter
of its flight only that the wind
underneath lets it soar until its
wings greet the golden eye resting
on the ocean's shore

silhouetted shadow cast upon a crimson sky,
moments before in daylight it could see
its reflection cast in the liquid of earth
below and so it asks itself
which is truly me, the shadow in the sky or 
the reflection in the sea ?

by nature, in that the osprey asked the same
question as i…are our souls connected
not just in spirit or from the sea and so if they are
when my shadow casts and i breathe,
are we, too, the same, you and me ?

6 comments:

  1. How can we ever tell if we are behind the looking glass or not.

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  2. This poem moves so beautifully! And the questions in italics add depth and poignancy to the lovely descriptions. Great title too, and I love the rhythms and the rhymes (external and internal). I have read it over a few times, just for my pleasure in both the music and the meaning of it.

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  3. Such gorgeous imagery in this poem, as always, Marco......and I love the meditation on change, the air, the water, always moving, changing........but, in our breathing, and seeking, and gazing, we are all so much more the same than we are different, I believe.

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  4. like the osprey flying o’er the black
    sea at night...
    This is a beautiful image among many in your poem. You ask a very poignant question, which is explored so sensitively throughout.

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  5. thank you for your kindness, my bighearted friend.

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  6. I admire the thoughtful reflections of yourself, versys that of creatures ~ Maybe we are connected, after all ~

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