At the center of this life
there is a man I want to know again.
He has a new house,
a clear view of the mountain
and hidden in the close grained wood
of his desk
a new book of poems.
He has left the life
he once tried to love
now it is only a shadow
calling for another shadow
and this shadow
wants to become real again
it falls against walls
and fences
and stairways
the dark penumbra of my belonging
now let me cast my shadow
against life
before the specter haunts me to my
grave
from The House of Belonging by David Whyte
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