My Shadow

A shadow
walks with me
even when no sun
shines to make him known
He is the other self I know
capricious counselor
fierce competitor
my poltergeist

We talk
as we walk
even when no word
could possibly be heard
He says ‘Damn it’s cold!
Far too cold to walk!’
‘Shut up!’ I say
‘Move on!’

So it goes
between us
alter-egos of the spirit
when we might be friends
He the brother I once lost
I his absent soul-mate
two oars rowing
in one boat

I think
the time has come
to befriend my shadow
embrace him in the dance
We might yet find chance
to lift a glass and laugh
before the final turn
toward home

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About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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2 Responses to My Shadow

  1. you are truly gifted

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