Shadow of My Shadow

(December 2, 2005)

                    Sitting on the stoop
               sipping black morning coffee,
          groggily contemplating
     the backward movement
of my shadow's shadow.

The not so early pre-noon sun
     peered over the treetops,
          reflecting my shadow
               off the sliding glass door
                    onto the dew spotted grass.

               So when my right hand holding
                    the steaming java moved right,
          the shadow's shadow's left
     moved left;
               casting a shadow on my thought process.

               Looking back at the glass,
               attempting to comprehend
               how the duplicate shadow
               (through whatever laws of light)
               could still be me.