My Shadow

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

Usually behind me,
Sometimes ahead of me,
Moves just like me
Sports dark Nikes,

Doesn’t walk till the sun shines
Never talks so it mimics mimes
Not really as dark as night

But never was as bright as light,
Doesn’t show as white as snow
But I know its there wherever I go

(For: Correll Thomas)