the third man

the third man,
at the window
of my truck,
with beard
and crystaline
blue eyes, said
one other thing,
or rather asked
me a question
after saying
bless you. he
asked me why
i was wearing
those clothes.
it took a few
days before i
realized how
crazy it was
that he had even
approached me
in the rain
on that cold
dark day. but my
clothes? why was
he asking me
such a question.
i was dressed
quite normally.
i woke up the other
night and it
was clear, very
clear what he
meant by that
question and
why i was wearing
what i was
that day. and
since then
my clothes
have changed.