The sauntering step

I throw myself
against the air
and find
freedom
from my shadow

and shadows
throw themselves
against the air
and leave behind

the clamour of eras,
like a cloud
of dragonflies

and further behind me
time throws itself
against everything
and
leaves behind
emptinesses like
silences

those silences
swarm and
throw themselves
against me
leaving
behind
a man
whose shadow’s
made of time.

Published on the 1st of October 2012 in "Ink Sweat and Tears"