The Surreal

Seeking...
I go up to the cellar and
Down to the attic
But I can’t find the shoes on my hatrack
I saw them there last year some 4 months ago
Oh, just let me see how I look!
Ah, the mirror is reflecting the back of my head
Yet I face it forward
My, my hair has grown short
Right is left, but what is left?  Nothing!
There is nothing left!
The grass is blue and the sky is green
And the sun shines while the stars are out
The moon casts so bright that I see my own shadow upon a quarter
Yet these shadows move while in stillness I stand
Do they beckon me to follow their ill trodden rhythm?
Never mind!
I’ll just hang my hats on the lower right side of the door
Or put them on my feet
What does it matter!
Let me swing the back door open and gaze upon my yard,
However, the yard has given way to corridors
Who might be that isn’t?
Let me pace the ceiling a bit longer
As I can’t seem to find the floor
Perhaps an answer will arrive in time for lunch
Some three weeks later
On a Wednesday of the following month
I hear my cat barking while I watch the dog uses the litter box
Upon looking sideways, I view the man next door
He does look rather pretty in his bright pink dress
His wife wears a pig suit and scurries about
She does grunt rather loudly...
SHUT UP you pig!
Stay out of my corridor which is my yard which isn’t
You there!  You don’t belong here!
Or is it I that don’t belong?
I best go back up to the cellar and find myself
And my shoes upon the hatrack ~ Arachne ~ August 15, 2008 @ 4:19 p.m. EST