Shadow. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

See that shadow in the plain
That moves neither slow nor fast
That is neither shapely nor plane,
Neither gloomy nor bright,
Neither giant nor small,
Neither fairy nor ghost,
That's leaning now on the post
Deciding which road to take
Which right decision to make
How many, where and when;
It's been haunting me now and then
Since I reached the top of the hill;
Since time became quite still.
I hope she'd decide on me soon
Though I shall miss sun and moon.