I have no shadow,

it faded like cloth

in the sun.

Light passes through me,

no wall marked

with my absence

to imply a presence

now lost in light.

I sweep my footprints

from the trail

like gardener monks,

leaving all behind.

Not knowing how to fly,

I walk close to the ground

between pulsing shadows;

condemned to watch

the butterflies flit

above the flowers

blooming in the sun.

(May 9, 2018)