To whom do these shadows belong?

           

            Perhaps a good day for a hike

            After many weeks of too much heat,

            But my blood is sluggish and Susan      

            Will need to eat later on.

            Ben and Duffy don’t understand

            Or else they do and simply wait

            To see if I’ll take up my gear.

            If we don’t hike they’ll

            At least have jerky sticks

            Which are nearly as good

            As walking through the woods’

            Dim light out of everyone’s

            Sight save those

            Who yip and howl

            At untoward interference.

            Not everyone is comfortable

            Being imposed upon

            By strange ways of living,

            Of speaking, of hunkering down

            In shadows I thought

            Belonged only to me.