Write-Place

I am the place where light can not reach. Obstructed by opaqueness  I occupy all of the space behind. A reverse projection  A cross section A two dimensional silhouette At certain times, at certain heights I appear to change and grow, though appearances can be misconstrued. I am human – visible. And in the right conditions Venus I employ, to join the sun and moon in casting my creation. Yet no one says who or what else sees me.  Unattended I am ghostlike, a representation of a presence, unnerving the sciophobe.