I walked a cyclic path, from school to home and back to school,
walking by everybody and everything and keeping my head down.
Then it walked past me this day a year ago.
At first I did not know what it was because it was not
convention, something I’ve seen before.
I had to continue on my path; deviation was just not possible
for something 2-dimensional, flat,like me.
That which walked past me that day
was on the floor, dragging by like a string on a needle;
loosely bound to the shape it walked with.
As I stopped and stared at it, I noticed,
as I got lower and lower to the ground, the mysterious 1-dimension
got closer, and closer.
Until I touched it, and felt it mix with my own.
And it hit me.
That shadow I wanted to sow to myself like Peter Pan
and create a 3rd dimension to my lifeless, flat body.
A year passed and what I have with me is still this shadow, this rock
that walks with me whenever I go, even when it becomes dimly seen
when clouds set in over my head.
I feel like a kaleidoscope of shapes and points, because this shadow gave me a
new dimension
a rejuvenation.