Shadows beating rhythms

on the grasses

at my feet,

Angels?

I look up –

a giant swallowtail butterfly swoops onto elderberry blooms.

i stand

opening my arms,

i am engulfed –

enrobed in a shadow – soft, blue fleeting-

i look up again –

a kite with no strings attached soars over the horizon.

we all create shadows –

perhaps the point is not to look at the shadow,

but to see what miracle

is standing in the light.

it is You.