The shadow.

My shadow is
me on the world.
A light shade,
a glimmer of my whole self
lying for the world
to see,
to wonder at.
I wait for it
to embed into the Earth.
Some days the light is pale.
Somedays I ask
if I will ever see
that dusky depiction of me,
reflected on the pavement.
Maybe I don't stand so tall.
Maybe the light is falling
just over my shoulder.
Somedays there just isn't enough
of me.
Somedays I'm looking for someone to stand next to.
Somedays I'm looking
to cast a bigger shadow.