Shadows Kiss

The tree shadows shook their boughs and boasted:
“See, we are a mighty forest!”
I laughed and said “You’re just shadows.”

And speaking, felt myself slip sideways
flat like a letter sliding through a letterbox
shadow thrown against the wall we call Reality!

Cast by the light of what sun,
tethered at the heel to what object,
more real, more solid, deeper than I?

Shadows dance when the wind blows.
Dancers turn in the light, and shadows kiss.
When solid hearts beat,
do shadows love?