Drop

He could see everything,
Reversed
Upside down
Rounded
Life moving in wrong directions
Colors the same but slightly distorted
Like a summer pavement shimmer
Things were the same but totally different
Distant, the light caught his eye like never before
Suddenly into this strange
Opposite but the same
World on the other side of the drop
It pulled him through,
Shrank him
Then stretched him
He stood where he was
In a place altogether new
His walk was wavier here,
Gaunt
He looked down at himself
He hadn’t changed
But had
Looked new
But the old him too
This place here and there
On the other side of the dew
And as suddenly as he had gone
Slipping and dragging back
His time here was through
With a jolt
His new old head was back
In the place it started
The only real place
And he looked as the drop
In front of his face
Lost its hold on the edge
Of his old porch roof
And he lost sight
Of his new world too