A Two-Fer

Different Shadows

In daylight,

shadows lead or follow.

In darkness,

shadows stalk your every move.

In daylight,

a reflected image is looked upon.

In darkness,

it becomes an eerie, frightening existence.

In daylight,

lovers profess joys of life.

In darkness,

they are shadows touching shadows.

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Long Shadows in the Day

Heat covers me from the bright daylight star;

below my feet,

the blacktop’s tar of the freeway,

radiates distorted heat waves,

but I continue to walk.

I am a hitcher.

Looking to go somewhere from nowhere,

to where, who knows.

One foot in front of the other,

constantly moving,

admiring natural wonders surrounding my sojourn.

Hillsides to the left, running rivers to the right,

as metal machines roar by;

and every now and then luck is with me,

hitching a ride for an hour, maybe two,

then back to the long walk

until another metal monster screeches to a halt,

and I’m off again.

From a distant view,

mountains capped in white give off a sense of pureness,

Whippoorwill’s can be heard serenading nature;

occasionally a herd of cattle grazing,

will stop and stare at this two-legged intruder,

until their curiosity wears away.

Being a road-walker all my life

can be a lonely affair for one heart,

but I am never really alone.

I have my thoughts,

and in the heat of day,

behind me is my best friend.

Though he never speaks,

I know he is there,

watching.

He is the shadow of my adventure.