We Are Them (...and they're - us)

“When I become a swallow I will sing and chirp every morning…”

From the BBC’s documentary Bulgaria's Abandoned Children

Traveling through life,

occasionally haunted

by shadows in the wind

we’d glimpse sometimes.

No way to verbalize,

or comprehend it –

we feel attached to them

as they are glimpsing...back at us.

I see my specter sometimes

when it is windy.

I shiver slightly

knowing not how he might feel.

Despite avoiding him,

however,

he sometimes calls my name -

to please come back. And stay.

I always knew

the old time saying

 “Let done be done” -

but I never understood.

Profoundly inadequate 

we cast our shadows

always wandering,

always in the wind.