Once everything was big
and you were small,
but year after year your shadow
crept up the wall
and you grew tall.
Quite frightening really
to think of that small shadow disappearing,
to hear that small voice passing out of hearing.
That’s the trouble with growing:
you’d like to know where you are going,
but there’s no knowing.
from In the Land of the Giants (Salt, 2012), © George Szirtes 2012, used by permission of the author