Walking in a Shadow

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Walking in a Shadow

Walking in a Shadow
The Emigration of Night from Day
Another Pillow
Coffee and Water
Leaden Words
The Bull
The Broken Shadow

I walked behind him
Like a prisoner in his shadow
I did not stray
As he had wanted
I did not see whose paths we crossed
Despite his frequent salutations…

I emerged from the shroud of his shadow
And stung by the sun
I went back along the path

Straying in this way
I saw all that he had hid from me
All along the path
I saw who we’d been meeting
I began to hear what he had never told me
Despite his speech’s stress

He did not grant me much time
To reach my sun

I rebelled against his shadow’s chill
Against its gloom
I strode towards the rays of the sun
I stood until he left with his shadow
I waited
Until it died out

I walked alone
My shadow in front of me
Like a sash tossed over my shoulders
Yet I feared that some naïve passer-by
Would tread on it and fall captive

So I took another path
Wide and spacious
Where no-one walks behind another

[Vienna; May 9th, 2000]

2018-08-21T17:23:07+00:00 August 3rd, 2007|Categories: Poetry, Blesok no. 55|0 Comments