The Puzzle Of The Sun Poem by Lihi Ben Haim

The puzzle of the sun, not different from stone, just hanging up there, in the danger of rolling down on someone’s head. maybe mine. It will land like a snowball though. All soft, crumbling, white, and freezing. Or like an egg? soft boiled, yellow and runny. Surprised face in need of a towel.
Just a minute! Let’s go back: The puzzle was the sun - is it like a stone, a snowball or an egg? Or does it have no limits - and could be either or all.
Sun puzzle... there’s a chance this was just a dream, no need to solve. Help! Give me some perspective - quick! If you’ll throw in a dragon, I’ll know that this is real.