Shadowleaves

by Joanie Roberts

I am
colors
on the outside

I brush
up against my insides
rushing forward

I trace myself
back into life —
living

folded up
against the world
charting a course

I am pressed
like a
grain of sand

it’s crystal clear
I’m cut off from my own sight
imagine

I am
neither
mix nor colors

I find
not a hue
of myself

only the
spirit of
shadowleaves