Losing It

Losing It.


Woke up in the night shivering hot and cold
at the same time, I had slipped through a hole
in time to a similar world where I met myself.
I waited for the other me to utter profundities;
“Fall begins at September 22,”he said, while
looking carefully down to the ground.

“Have you lost something?” “Yes, my sense
of humour” I helped him look, we didn’t find
it. His world was colder than mine, so I gave
him my red t. shirt and was back in my own
time again. It was chilly when I woke up at
dawn, looked for my t. shirt, but it was gone.