SHADOWS I

I live in the shadows of rooms
viewing the world through
Palladium windows.

Sun, stars and storms pass by.
My shadows shield me,
from the wrath outside.

I seek a light, a ray, a hope
within my rooms.
I only encounter a glare.

I don’t hide in the shadows,
but, I can’t escape them.
They are warm.

I return to the womb.
And, as in a Dickinson poem,
I see my own tomb.


Puma/MMX