The shadows on the wall
are cast from no man.
They are creatures from the night
basking in the quiet illumination
of a mischievous moon
or a desk’s study lamp.
They frolic with uncommon zeal
to the momentous chords
created by the masters of music
preserved in time in my cloud.
It is perplexing
to watch and see them
darting from kindle to nook,
alive and vibrant,
and most of all,
carrying messages from another realm.
They herald the Beast Perspective
and call forth the action of the ages.
It is so strange
and so familiar.
For I was once
a shadow in the night.
I don’t know about you, but there are those
times, late at night, when these shadowy
creatures infest my Thinking Place. No
doubt they are conjured by the Gnome.
Certainly I wouldn’t ask them in, sneaky
little devils they are.
From "A Gnome, A Candle, and Me." Illustration by Chester Delacruz