Counting

I never imagined the shadows surrounding me.

In truth they only appear in obstruction,
sliding over my childhood hiding places
And blending into the natural midnight air.

If I see them, they see me; we turn together
And hide as the same in contrasting harmony.
Dancing, swirling to the cry of the turbulence
In patterns of illumination – On and off.

Knees bent, in the usual corner
I place my fingers on my inner self to catch –
Find reason for this enveloping misery.