The Shadow Keeper I am as full and as empty as the moon I walk down steps and they echo back into me as if there is nothing there A skin stretched as over drum around a skeleton fragile and crisp as shell I am silence I walk into white noise I have no questions and I have a thousand questions I am ocean I have no say in where I go I obey the moon I ask no questions I tell nobody I forfeit myself over and over lapping lightly at the sand letting it bury me slowly Offering up shells of the dead I pave my way to being loved I am moon I turn my face to the sun and light places underground I didn't know were there My back is cold My back can take it stowing shadows like folded laundry Rare and solitary My naked back is beautiful
Sarah Greenwood is a poet and translator of Portuguese to English who uprooted herself to the Algarve 16 years ago. Her writing explores themes of identity, spirituality and the relationship we weave with place and time. She is a mother and a birth rights activist.
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