Clearly defined on my varnished tiles

At dawn
the sun comes out
and casts a reflection on my tiles
my shiny, polished, fancy tiles
on the twentieth floor of this modern rise.

I never did notice that before
everyday I drank my tea and wiped my table clean
brushing the bread crumbs onto the floor
and ignore the bright reflection
of the sky above
clearly defined on my varnished tiles

But once, I threw a bouncy ball on the reflection
and - as if in a dream - it went straight through
it did not bounce on the tile, but disappeared through it
I looked up and saw the ball rising in to the sky at great speed
and fast disappearing into the cosmos.

Never did such a thing exist before
the gravity in the reflection making it fall forever
upwards into the sky
away from the gravity of this - real - world.

Now everyday
I never failed to notice the reflection
I walked around it, careful to avoid falling through
or falling up,
whatever you want to think.

I once playfully put my foot through it
just to see what it would be like.

It felt like nothing
but then I saw my foot
outside the window
floating in the air
like some grotesque decoration of the gods.

Only at night was I at peace
when the sun no longer shone
and there was no reflection
to engulf me.