The shadow at the edge morphs with the light,
it tricks the eye.
It swallows sunshine, harbours sinners, blurs the lines and stretches night.
It rages through the forest on a whisper, stealing sight,
We are hostage, blind and naked,
— birds have wings; they all take flight.
I am grounded, rooted, tied down —
my bark has little bite.
I only know: look upward — keep reaching for the light.