Inspiration:

“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacks of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadows under houses and trees and stones, and shadows at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night’s side of the earth.” – The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath

You could be a shadow, I suppose,

making the whispery, shadow-sound you make,

weaving around the heavy, gelatinous rain drops

(splat-splat on the pavement)

And you the shadow, dimensionless, looming,

the most beautiful thing in the world.