A Shadow Looms
A shadow looms around the corner -
it doesn't hide
it seeks to uncover
the images my mind
to conceal and cover up,
My head doesn't follow. Exposed
it sinks like unrequited love.
A Spanish Armada forms in the fog,
a land where my father came from.
One I was never familiar with.
Yet this shadow still unveils that picture.
Tremors, twitching, threaten…
to mount another reel, to frame another film.
The shadow shudders quicker,
the shiver follows thither -
My mind succumbs. The image takes shape.
In goes a tornado
the memory is clear.
I remember and I see into the shadow:
That moment sticks like gum in front of my eyes.
I turn the next corner.
Some things are best left hidden and shadowed.