WATCHING SHADOW
H. W. Bryce
Watching shadows on the move,
Moving, slowly moving. Waiting, waiting
For that perfect moment…
Then the shadow of the fence post
Slides silently into the crack between
The tiles, and in perfect synchronicity
Points directly, yes, perfectly from East
To exact West…
And in that perfect moment, no Covid
Death occurred, no people were shot to death
Anywhere in the world, a baby was born,
A mother cried with joy, a politician told
The truth, a lawyer waived his fees.
Two lovers locked their lips, and the
Whole world paused, expanded with
A sigh, and demonstrated that Earth was
Working as it should and gave thanks
That people were behaving as they
Ought, doing what is good to do. And
Children continued to dream…
I take a deep breath as the shadow
Slowly climbs back out of the crack
Between the tiles and the sun
Continues to shine along its journey
And the planets and comets and all of
Space resumes its quantum math and
All is right in the cosmos, too.
And the light stays on (in the crack)
Shedding “light” that people don’t see…
For in that one perfect moment
The world was reset.
Perhaps the children will read the sign.
Perhaps the children will grow complete.
Perhaps the children will throw some
Light into the cracks of life. Perhaps the
Children will see the black on black
That is nigh on impossible to see…
Perhaps the children will enlighten us.
