Dialogue with the Sun

I stepped into the shade

To speak to the sun

He asked, where is my shadow

I said I had none

Reaching forward behind myself

There was a pile of sleeves

Draped over my shoulders

Were buttons sprouting leaves

Things had become not what they seem

Realizations that it’s all

incongruous

This all proved one thing

The fabric of reality was

diaphanous

Stepping back into the sun

I laughed with my shadow

We climbed back inside

And closed my mind’s window