Was it rainy, stormy, sunny

cloudy or clear?

Clock hands tick tick 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 time 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.