I suspect that hubris is our ultimate enemy. This poem uses the metaphor of our relationship with our shadow as the shadow that the sun casts, which can disappear at high noon — in showdowns of conflict — only to appear and grow as the day continues…
Fallowing the Sun
My shadow approached me
As the day progressed
Fortuitously, as high noon turned up
I had no shadow
An epic win
That is
Un-till
Low and be holed
Once agin
My shadow grew longer
