At the end of a day,
is there one less day in your life or
one more day in your life?
Is your life a stack of days,
like a deck of cards?
Or rather is it a stream in which
waking and dreaming ripple on a
surface above unfathomed depths?
Are we digital or analog?
Particles or waves?
The particle folks
bottle the water and sell it,
while the wave folks
flow in it toward the sea.
Lungs and longings whisper
"waves" to my own ears.
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Copyright © 1998 by Alan Harris. All rights reserved.
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