Shadow Trace – Almost Seen

8 July 2025

Margate

The mesh held the light like memory—
The sea was there,
but not quite.
Not yet the sea.

In that room,
between sky-burn and shadow,
I breathed with ghosts,
with future selves,
with the film
that did not yet
know its name.

I longed to be outside—
with the shadow figures,
almost seen,
almost me.

Am I in the world?

Time folds strangely in a body entangled with pain.
Film has become my way of reaching toward others.
I sit there in stillnesss,
watching the camera hold
these shadows
as they dance,
as if just for me.

I am in the world once more.