Ida discovers
Her shadow grows taller

As she reaches
The pink afternoon wall.

She sees they are connected
Like Siamese twins

Another delightful surprise
From being upright.

Rilke imagines
The soul as a flame
Reaching into the shadows
To shed some light
Upon the eternal.

I see that here

As Ida shows
With her fingers
And her toes
What she is learning
And how she knows.