If a matter is discussed and a plan settled,
does a question need to be posed
and an answer given?
If a shadow becomes more than just the absence of light,
growing solid, dependable, sentient,
shouldn’t it be given its own life?
If a half finds itself wondering if it’ll ever meet its other,
knowing some depend on it not doing so
and some hoping it will,
how can it live knowing one day
it might have to choose?
We puzzle scenarios to make sense of the world,
yet we neglect our own hearts
and are blind to ourselves.
Treeshallow Musings 