Some Shadowed Thoughts

If the shadow overtaking you
from behind,
Isn't reality, what is?
The shadow of a flag pole
pointing dutifully north
But shrunken is the reality
of planetary motion
More so than any clock or calendar.
Golden in the noonday sun
but shadowless.
Reality can be so frail,
A transparent, momentary mirage

Carol Andersen

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