A shadow thrown, an echo caught,

reverberations on the sole

of a foot that lingers naught

and measures movement to and fro.

A glimpse of patterns in the grass

assumes a weight upon the ground.

Effects so hidden in the past,

under fears, now abound.

An image makes its way through space,

reflections now for all to see.

A mirror catches just a trace.

There IS a me! There is a ME!