Masters and Shadows

I see them gathering late at night under streetlights, shadows dancing in the wind or on still nights, frozen into patches pasted on asphalt. There too on hot summer days, shadows harsh edged and dark under trees, an oasis of cool in a desert of heat. Masters hog the light whilst shadows are prisoners held captive within a shape, obedient to whatever movement their masters make. For them there is no freedom to jump beyond the dimensional constraints that hold them tight. They only brush the surface of things. We too act as either shadows or masters blind to the fact that we are neither, but part of the light.