Another shadow poem

Umbrellas and shadows
marking our lives,
like the sun during an eclipse,
like an oak on a summer's day,
or a red moon hanging low in the sky,
a shadow dancing behind a running child.

The shiver of bad news
A moment of quiet
the color of anger
a candlelit shrine
the grief of loss
a prayer said in silence -

weaving though our lives,
the pause,
the shadow,
the darkness
boundaries we cannot escape,
sure as our shadow
on a bright summer's day.