
portrait of my shadow weed or flower

portrait of my shadow weed or flower

low clouds on dark day
reversal of normal role
bringing gift of light
white picket fences
glistening in morning sun
having weathered storm

somehow I don’t think
the plane changing its course
was due to the sign
maybe it’s the ship of state
with a different captain
light where the road bends
startling until the mind sees
the train’s on the track
constant cognitive struggle
between what’s sensed and what’s real