Shadow’s Reality

A child’s imagination holds light’s oft guised presence in wonder
as adults recklessly consume its flame of spirit and heart.
Left behind are ashes of once conscious pursuits,
now reduced to icy coals of ignorance
once the far-off enemy of reason.

Why for some of us…

Do our innately wired candles
desperately protect the threatened glow,
while ravenous junk-hunger continues insatiate,
stretching, invading, smothering
life’s illuminative entitlement and privilege.

As the nescient pandemic rages,
Nature’s glimmer fights back,
casting ever-faithful shadows at first,
preparing for revealing time,
inviting children with dreams

to enjoin as companion and buddy
while unsullied conscience finds continuance,
reaching for its rightful chance.

Happily…

Enough will discover light’s natural purpose,
its perseverance in gradually presenting epiphany’s overhead moment,
when the undeniable becomes a singular reality,
when shadow magic is embraced,
even as adulthood often threatens imagination
into an acquiescent and shadowless landscape.

Lest one forgets…

Shadows are Nature’s means of silhouetting reality,

Light’s reflection of what is merely waiting to be discovered.