Antumbra

You cannot touch them.

But their cold dark steel

Can touch your being

Anyway. They are real.

They are not static.

They are nonspacial,

They are gradual, imperceptible;

Their motion is glacial.

Moving through a day,

They fade and then sharpen.

In drunken, drowsy, dazzling heat

They paradoxically darken.

Shade drifts through your mind

It seeps through the cracks

Between sleep and awake,

Between dream and hopes dashed

Creeping through your awareness

It can shutter, stunt your sight.

But know this: without shadows

You cannot have light

c Teresa Durran 180731

Ó Teresa Durran 180731