The Lamp Post’s Dream
written by Mathias Svalina with Anne XXXXX
I have the shadow of a tiny ladybug instead of the shadow of a lamp post. Though I stand still, secured in the ground, my ladybug-shadow flies over the grass, over the cement. I remain unmoving, but my shadow flits & leaps about wildly. My shadow lands down at my base. I am so big but my shadow is so small. Then my shadow steps onto me, crawls up the column of me. I am afraid of what will happen when my shadow reaches the top of me, when my shadow realizes that it no longer needs me.