Shadows

When the sun
Shimmers into sunset
My shadow
Stretches out behind.
I don't remember
Passing it.

Strange how the morning
Casts it before me.

In the hurly burly
Of a midday meeting
It almost trips my feet.

Then it rests
Just by my side
A friend at my elbow.

Now it swings
A swirl behind me
And in the nightfall
It is not there at all,
A mere memento 
Cast in moonlight dust motes
Through my window.

JL August 2 12:24