My daughter Juliana (who’s all grown-up now and lives in NYC) had mentioned at one point that she loves light and shadows and can just sit looking at them/watching them for lengthy periods of time. It occurred to me that I didn’t know if I’d ever done that, so I purposed to do it for at least 15 minutes and then potentially write a poem from that experience to help me engage in it more fully.
I went out on my front deck, pulled a chair up to get a good view of the shadows cast by my maple tree on my house, and looked in a way I am not used to looking. It was really cool. And here’s the poem. (The second stanza refers to seeing the shadow of two birds that landed in the tree and then flew off… which was pretty great.)
