Shadow

It follows slightly to the side and behind
like a lost disciple,
hungry for love.
It tags along
resigned,
attached to countless parallels.
It dreams of a lost
axis of freedom
in detailed perpendiculars.
It hums under the dark
for some mischief in your longing,
hoping for
that “someday”
when it can finally break loose
and dance farther ahead,
leaving all that you were
behind.

– Burt Baldwin, Ignacio