Under the Streetlamp
my shadow could rise from the street and re-gather itself
to my body—the two of us walking as conjoined mirrors
into the night. Under the streetlamp:
my arms twinged with an uncertain green.
The spaces between my fingers gap wide,
allowing cool air in.
But the bulb is brief and I continue walking.
No longer spotlit,
my shadow lengthens again of its own accord
and I am halved:
the stuff of me walking upright,
the shadow extending ahead, darkening, and curving away down the road.
This must be what a squid feels, or a jellyfish,
ebbing about in the ocean’s nebulous mind.