Inside Out

Walking forward,
I have seen you
Before me,
Caught in sunlight,
Going over
The same old ground,
Leaning on the same gate,
Looking into 
The same fields
Of standing oaten sheaves,
Sitting by
The same river,
Watching ripples pull away.
The profile 
In the same photograph
I recognise in an instant,
The familiar body shape,
But the mirror tells 
A different story.
The clothes
Are inside out.

JL July 5 10:56