My Shadow Remains

What have I lost that I did not
Lose upon entering this world?

Are not the seasons marked, indelible,
Never to be defaced?

So why do I grieve?

For these dreams that coiled
Around me, now fragments
Of broken bone.

For the light that now
Has its place where the wind
Spirits away its spoils. And here
In this old man of a cabin

Only my shadow remains.

My shadow remains.