To Whom It May Concern

by Aidan Andrew Dun

noon 2 lahaina hawaii


The shadow speaks
muttering thickly
in the strange
inarticulate way
of shadows when
they speak at all.

Is there a bright
sea-change for me
for one as unformed
as the wind
shadow of a shadow
on the earth?

And I say, speaking
into the darkness
in the way a father
speaks to his son
late at night when
the light is out:

Shadow is old
but I am older, listen!
There is a thing
called noon
a state of mind,

Not tangential but
directly underneath
part of us at last
not pointing away
an omega we
dream of, you and I.