To Be A Shadow Poem by Christopher R. Kennedy

It must be nice to be a shadow
A solid form of silky black
Stamped onto a moonlit street
Or dancing below trees outlined in gold
Cast by a sea gull onto the ocean’s surface
Riding the waves like a tiny boat
Trailing behind a pen on a piece of notebook paper
Tasting the words and savoring them
Bigger than life and so beautiful
It must be a relief to have no face—no identity
To evaporate when light touches your flesh
Only for you to reappear at sunset
Imagine having nothing to fear—to be made of darkness
No obligations or problems—the world is a photograph
For you to admire and fly about in
Then again, I imagine it’s lonely, and one must
Grow tired of experiencing life second-hand