Shirt

Sometimes particular dreams set up ripples, like stones thrown into a still pond. 

Years ago now

I dreamed I asked a friend

For the shirt off his back.

He wanted to give it to me

But

Try as he might

He couldn’t.

He pulled out shirt tail

After shirt tail

After shirt tail

Like endless magician’s scarves.

Months later

Driving home from blessing a house

I realized:

I get my own shirt!

Happy dance.

I get my own shirt?

Damn.

I get my own shirt?!?

Now what?

Years ago I learned

I get my own shirt.

Now I sit with people

Talking about shirts.