cloudy or clear?
Clock hands ticked from numerous positions,
and it was dark and light at once
yet neither dark nor light
as the florescent lighting made the
universe lose clarity and certainty—
similar to the artificial darkness of theaters.
It was impossible to know
whether it was night or day.
The baby was placed in an incubator—
its first box— waiting to be named.
The father made a fist in his easy-chair
while watching hours and hours of T.V.
The mother flew through tim zones in
airplanes. SHe was nowhere all at once.
But no one
No one is ever here
Here on these pages, which they
read with nodding heads—
pass on to friends,
Who all agree
That no one lives it.
