Regulating Shadows Yes, shadows creep Have they something to hide? When morning starts They are all out front Distorting the shapes that hide them Few of us are up or care Behind our coffee cups If shadows are overly accurate. As the sun rises Shadows are not so bold Their patron  shapes Give a knowing look More concerned with Their own sun lit edges. High noon creates panic Shadows crouch, hiding from The fierce Regulator’s Demand for clarity And precise definitions Until your eyes burn Not daring to look At it’s truthful glare. When the heat’s off and shadows regain their effrontery Lengthening and taunting The undone sun. Yet shadows only Creep so far before called To account once more A grim satisfaction to the sun Goading it to return Giving resurgent shadows A fair chance to rest And maybe regain their shape. L. Fullington If you have any comments on this poem, L. Fullington would like to hear from you.