Shadows are funny things
Children frolic with them
While adults run away
Oftentimes I do think
That shadows are our
Mirrors reflection soul side
The part of ourselves
Rarely gazed upon infrequently
Considered but always there
Reminding us all that
Even our souls have
A dark side seen
I remember simpler times
Times when what we
Knew was limited and
What we didn’t was
Found in books and
Imaginations tucked deeply away
On lonely dark shelves
Today knowledge is immediate
But wisdom whether about
Another or a thing
Requires time and experience
The mind is an
Entitled child taking discarding
Barely opened things but
The heart from where
Wisdom flows is ever
But an elder rocking
On a porch somewhere
Recalling recounting and remembering
The wrongs they did
Some just can’t stay
It’s a lesson learned
Likely as a child
For me it was
Spike a roughhousing cat
Why he had to
Go I’ll never know
And throughout my life
Others followed him to
Where I’ll never know
But as I age
I do know this
That wherever they have
Gone that I will
Too one day follow
There is something
To be said about
Hitting your stride so
Much of early life
Is spent bucking and
Trying to throw off
Then trotting and cantering
Stalling thinking and stopping
And finally running and
Breaking into that long
Beautiful gallop when you’re
At one with wind
On every single path
There’s stones and breadcrumbs
Having been left before
Behind by something other
Always leading never alone
And on we go
Never knowing always wondering
Until finally at last
We eventually get there
Wherever there that is
Only we will know
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 