Not Alone Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen

No alone.

From my flat, I stood by the window facing the street
a man was walking into the local supermarket and
told his shadow to stay behind near the entrance
as it was too big and the market too small and it
took up space, casting darkness no one could see
The difference between an apple and an orange.
his shadow had blended with the wall, and this worried
the man only the dead casts no shadow; had he died
when doing shopping.
The man, numb in fear should call an ambulance
or better still, a hearse.
The shadow tore itself off the wall seeing the man's
distress, and joined him on the walk back home.