The
Glass Man
The
law of the plain is this,
That
if your shadow touches another’s
If
your shadow touches even the shadow
of a
mountain, your life is forfeit.
A
glass man would live longest here,
the
light would shine right through him.
To
be made of glass is to hinder nothing
of
the light or the hunter’s reaching vision
of
the mountain his shadow may not touch.
The
world in pictures falls through the glass man,
the
winds divide and flow around him, the plain
bears
him lightly. He might be nothing.
River West is a wandering writer and parent who calls Scotland home. She can be found online at riverweststories.co.uk.
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