I am no kind of poet. But I was involved in a few rounds of the Anarcha Project as a “cyber participant,” and some of that involved writing poetry (cyber participants were given “gifts,” or prompts, to respond to each day–which sometimes requested a poem–I believe this one requested an engagement with our own shadows). The Anarcha Anti-Archive is up online now, and I found this one, below, there–I had completely forgotten it. (Hmm, two posts in a row about my forgetfulness–that can’t be good.)
Springtime and Shadows with my Kids (April 2007)
Our best shadows don’t sit in carseats
They prefer smooth sidewalks (with curbcuts) to freeways
So we walk, and roll, and scooter in the sunshine
Where our shadows can come along for the fun.
Our shadows project us into the movement of planets
They sketch complex geometries across driveways and onto walls
So we dance, and experiment, and learn in the sunshine
Where our shadows enact the universe of light.