There Are No Shadows

There are no shadows
Of anything at all today
People in front keep me
Out of their darkness.

I think I return the favor
To someone else entirely.

He seems serious and familiar.

He grasps a sheet with writing upon it
I think I recognize the hand
But the words--
The words I can't begin to make out
They are drenched through
And the only hints I can see
Are far-fetched reflections.