Sitting in
the recliner
I just
wanted to relax
Bathe in
the A/C
That blows
on this particular spot
From the
window unit in our room
Ezra is
seven
He never
wants to sit
My hands
grip the chair arms
A little
tighter
When he
comes into the room
Is he in a
wild mood?
Will he
just sit with me
And let me
read to him
From The Phantom Tollbooth?
I think I
have the answer
He has the
big flashlight
I am
probably doomed
I knew he
had the big light
A few
seconds before he entered
As it left
me with dancing sparkles
Swirling
around my field of vision
What a good shot the little rascal
is
But he
isn’t quite wild
He sets
the light on a perch
Aims it at
the blank wall
And starts
to try and make shadows
I release
my grip on the chair
Offer a little advice
Regarding
distances required
For proper
shadow effect
He takes
the advice well
Soon I am
treated to a fluttering bird
Flying in
and out of the beam
It is an
old stand-by
I suggest
we try some others
He’s all
for it
And before
I can instruct further
He is
Googling the heck out of it
He tries
the bunny
A tricky little
one
With the
second hand reversed
Then he
tries a deer
He almost
gets it
But can’t
quite get the finger movements
Next he
does two fists together
And in his
mind it looks like a fish
Enough to
generate a proud smile
Keep him
entertained and mellow
I get a
fun show
As he
dances and bobs
Moves his
hands
Flutters his
fingers
Creates mesmerizing
shadows
Intriguing
negative space
Glimmering
and hypnotic
As Ezra
demonstrates
That light
knows very well
How
to play with the shadows
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