my shadow

Juan Miguel Torres

it’s as though
every pebble
and every grain of sand
below me
behind me
before me
by someone
or somehow
has been polished
and then
just slightly above the horizon of the sea
a ball of smooth yellow orange color
comes floating in
it’s as if
it comes gliding in
and suddenly
it crashes
and collides
against the billions of pieces
of glass and stone
and i feel immersed in a world of my own
i find a sense of oneness with myself
Caught and surrounded and alone
i glance behind and see my shadow
it’s long and wavy
and at times
sparks of color enter it
and i feel them
needles sewing me
with this world