Shadow Dancer

Amazing choreography, these shadow dancers! I watch them dance across my room in flickering images, decorating lamp shade and dresser, ceiling and counterpane.

Long hours of entertainment when there is nothing else I can do. Movement whose sound track is the wind, whose only call to fame is its incredible act of tenacity. An ever changing cast of bushes and grass and trees filtering the light that graces my life through glass and silk and chiffon. This is no new review, its characters predated Adam and Eve and it will outlast the final breath of every living creature.

Shadow dancers, good company for those of us who have made a life standing in the shadows of those we cherish, supporting them, loving them, trying to do what we can to bring their dreams into fruition..

I am a shadow dancer, just a more perishable sort. The winds of time blow me about, altering the good I do, and maybe diluting any harm too, by keeping me always on edge, always on the brink of not knowing, but always smiling from deep within the shadows of those I love. Oddly content to be a watcher, a supporter, a bit of flotsam touching greatness by its hems, allowing the light to flow around me, hoping some part flows through me.

I am part of the dance, a small part to be sure, but I am a shadow dancer.