Is it dawn or dusk in this unknown place, Do those boxes in an empty house Indicate moving in or moving out? What are we to make of those people At the airport? Saying goodbye Or happy reunion––both call forth tears.
In that fluroscent-lit hospital hall, Those people seated there. Are they waiting anxiously For news of birth or death?
Is that couple clutching each other In the shadow of a doorway Greeting each other for a second time Or parting, saying goodbye forever?