Shadow Poet

What can you discover?

What can you create?

Inside yourself,

What do you see?

past your feelings

your emotions

past your thoughts

in the crevices

where memories collect

where shadows float

moving in and out

like fog at dusk.

This is who we are.

Reality does not exist

in front of our eyes,

does not exist

right behind our eyes.

It exists in the folds,

in the creases,

in the small voice

inside of us

that breathes

I do not know you.