Sonnet

These are the longest shadows in the world;
one tree outreaches everything, extends
for miles and miles, around the whole earth curled,
its backwards lightness all around me bends
and light from light its backwards lightness rends
all round and round the globe it casts, it tears,
not knowing any means or any ends,
just light and backwards light and frigid airs.
But deep within dark houses, we have pears
and apples that we eat (only knowing
dark and backwards darkness) in our chairs,
knowing nothing of the outside glowing:
If we would step outside and cast our own
shadows, then we would be no more alone.