For a friend, lost, but soon to be found…
Catching up with her shadow
Her mornings started with the same walk
she took from back door to fence and out to
the field that rimmed the property. There she met
herself on the return and never spoke more than
the simplest of hellos. She left that to the meadow,
slowly sun-soaked and ready for feet and the hamstrings of early day.
She’d walked this way before,
aloof, spendy in compliments mirror-bound.
It helped her face a faceless day, reflected back at
her, nose in her face.
The answer came when she looked and, for the first time, saw
only smoke, a haze of unknowing.
It perplexed and fascinated, stunned and silenced
the breath yet to draw. Then she turned away
just long enough to guess at what she’d seen.
Enough time had passed to make return possible.
Now, the smell of time in her nostrils, the caress of grace
under her feet, she returned in time to
catch up with her own shadow.