Shadow Woman

Shadow Woman

See that
You are that shadow
A shadow only existing from a street light
In the deepest dark
Cast large on the walk way
Without substance or reality
A mere inflated image

We name you The Adult
Take a good and long look
This is all you are
All out of proportion
Surrounded by back light and bluster
Broad shoulders and a tiny head

By morning’s light
Your skulking will be done
You, The Adult
Will have your prowess turned inward
And a shaky faint dictatorship will ensue

How vunerable you are at 2 in the morning
With a cigarette between your living scorn and contempt
I cannot speak for others

At full light you attempt to lord over us again
As nature cycles through another day
With rules that make little sense
Backed up by a society that makes even less sense

But 2 o’clock will come again
As sure as the ancients worshipped the sun and the moon
And then you will be a shadow
A nothing
An illusion
This is your reality