The Same Different
The tranquil cooking warmth of the sun
is shining down upon a million houses,
and the trees and the grass and the people
are opening up under its lifting light.
Here at noon the full blue vault of heaven
is mute testimony to its abundant benevolence.
Here, now, night is an impossible idea.
That all of this could disappear
and be replaced by darkness?
A mad idea. Are you mad?
Look! It's obvious.
Right now, in the million houses
the people are in a moment.
They are choosing which channel, which lunch,
which idea, which word, which shirt.
Half the world asleep and half awake,
half on the right and half on the left.
The world spinning, replacing day with night,
both of them content
understanding that they are the same different.
DH ([email protected])