Shadows Dance

©2018, Olan L. Smith

Bind us, force us to watch shadows cast

On the wall by an unknown source that molds

Us. On river banks we were clay, unformed―

A potter plops us on his wheel and round we go.

Fire bakes, wakes, forms, and gives us forever―

He places us on the shelf to await the glaze―

Those he does not destroy

Will watch the shadows dance.