HOW VERY VERY

"One moment he was there..."
said his shadow who

had witnessed
the whole thing.

"...and the next. . . not!"

I was disembodied
floating about on the air

as thoughts do
existing in the here-not-there

chasing now a leaf as it
makes its way about the square

or a caterpillar
sitting on a deckchair

all by itself
alone

or the journey of a piece of Wrigley's Spearmint
from chewing gum to spat out on a flagstone

before jumping ship
to the sole of a gentleman's shoe

or the metamorphosis of a cloud
from camel to now cow

or a piece of sunlit evening
squeezing itself through leaves

chasing itself
upon a wall.

My shadow was just about to go
find a policeman...saying:

"I appear to have lost
my person!"

When with a thump I was
back inside my

self again.

"How interesting...!"
I was telling my very boring friend.

"How very very
interesting. . !"