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Column 402

Theater of Shadows

Intro by Ted Kooser
12.02.2012

Shad­ow play is among the few free enter­tain­ments left, and it must go on delight­ing chil­dren all around the globe. Derek N. Otsu­ji lives in Hawaii, and here’s his reminiscence.

Theater of Shadows

Nights we could not sleep—
       summer insects singing in dry heat,
              short-circuiting the nerves—

Grandma would light a lamp,
        at the center of our narrow room,
               whose clean conspiracy of light

whispered to the tall blank walls,
       illuminating them suddenly
              like the canvas of a dream.

Between the lamp and wall
       her arthritic wrists grew pliant
              as she molded and cast

improbable animal shapes moving
       on the wordless screen:
              A blackbird, like a mynah, not a crow.

A dark horse’s head that could but would not talk.
       An ashen rabbit (her elusive self)
           triggered in snow

that a quivering touch (like death’s)
       sent scampering into the wings
              of that little theater of shadows
    
that eased us into dreams.
 

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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2011 by Derek N. Otsuji. Reprinted from Descant, 2011, Vol. 50, by permission of Derek N. Otsuji and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.