Shadow paints the grass, darker
Locks itself inside the greywhich whispers insistently "stay small"
I wonder, sometimes, what would have happened
If you had let yourself out more?
Would your specialness have been vacuumed
from your words or would it have been
magnified? We'll never know, ofcourse.
But I sit beside this tree, one of
your trees and I stare into the
shadow it leaves and I think
about you
But the shadow looms large. I like the idea this gave you, Julie.
Posted by: Derrick | April 19, 2010 at 09:48 AM
Yes, it does. It is an incredible shadow! I love Emily Dickinson and while I was at her home, I got this strong sense of... "What if?" even as I know it doesn't matter, what matters is the WHAT IS... and in my own life, I need to step into the question more... almost at Emily's nudging, the tree's shadow or insistence. (I am feeling like I am writing gobbledy gook!)
Posted by: Julie Jordan Scott | April 19, 2010 at 10:06 AM