Shadow Wrangler

…and here you are

Posed as erectus

Quietly and mostly subconsciously

Judging your own

Unwieldy, posing shadow

As it, and you, become attuned

Of the daily humdrum

That is the cross

We all must bear

As we drag it through gravel

Slung over favored shoulders

Along our grandest journey

The ever-all encompassing

All degree

All direction

All junction

Walk of life

…so slinks your tired shadow

Humdrum’d; banging away

In tribute

To your next weekend

Or even

Your next free-time afternoon

Setting

With the emotionless, unsympathetic Sun

To start again

The fine tuning of drab routine

To walk

Through

And wrangle

On hind legs.