Our shadows-

Is it reasonable to accept what lingers inexplicably?  

The host of our vanishing shadows

Nipping quietly from the edges

Ever present and offering in disguise

We exist within the scope of our vulnerability

We have less than what we say

Little particles of waste, we might so very well be

Fumbling through our plans and purpose 

Refrigerated by avoidance

Prompted by promise 

Constant reconditioning

Perhaps that is best

Who really knows anyway?

Is it reasonable to accept?

It's lingering but not infesting

Our shadows are still connected to our feet-