Shadows sprung to life in the wake of light.
Like reflections in mirror on either end.
Neither alike, neither apart.
Intensifying in each other's presence.
I watched my shadow moving with the sun.
Growing and diminishing under my nose.
Yet, I remain ungrown, untouched.
I watched as my shadow danced wildly around me.
Sometimes fiery sometimes weary sometimes lost.
Detached I stood, however attached,
Like a merry-go-round amidst its movements.
Always, owing its existence to me.
But forever bonded to me.
Or me, bonded by my own reflection.
