I got a shed

I got a shed! I got a shed!
it's imaginary. It's in my head.
The walls are made of shadows.
The roof, the wingtip of a small white bird.
the floor is undiscovered.

In my shed absurd
In dusty jars on sloping shelves
I keep the fragments of a dream,
And various explanations,
As to what I think it means.

The whirling blades of sarcasm
I keep in a bag hung on a nail
I keep the bag shut tight

In my shed absurd
there is no day or night
Just the beating of tiny wings
as little words take flight
to float into the shadows
To escape my dreaming head,
as my body chants the mantra
I got a shed! I got a shed!

The way it is

There is no before and no after
There is only now
The rules that get us from here to there
The how
.

And in there somewhere
Is you
And is I
The feeling
The being
The sign
And the sigh
.