I can say this with real pride :
noone but I
throws my shadow.
I call it my country, my field
of operation. I cannot
call it home.
I spot it sometimes, usually at night,
leaping the wet rocks
as the tall seas break and pursue ;

or poised for a moment on the bare grey bough
calm after that stoop for eternity
out of the wind, the clutch of the mist ;
or sidling with gleeful expertise
through the ranks of the juggernauts -
this whole brutal caravan.
There is no holding it
no shaping nor naming of it ;
it is my best hope
the one element
that cannot be harmed
cannot be reduced.

All risk is survivable
and all manner of disaster
so long as my shadow plays.

It holds my true life
and will outlive me.
It will live forever.

Shadow Company