When two worlds collideI'm lying here in the morning. On my back, longand narrow, hands crossed on my chest, feet faraway. Perhaps this is the position I will be inwhen they will bury me. Instead of being in acoffin, I'm in a cube. A 3m x 3m x 3m cube.Perhaps I'm inside a die. That doesn't even soundlike it makes sense. I want to say I'm inside adice, but I can't, because that would bewrong. OK... perhaps I'm inside one oftwo dice. Why are there two dice? And why aminside this one? Why am I in thisuniverse. Because I am. I wonder whatnumber is under the floor? Probably one. Theysay people are an inch taller when they wake up.So this is as tall as I'm going to be all day.And yet, if I get up to reach something high, Iwon't be as tall any more. What a conundrum. Whatuse is all this height when I'm flat on my back?Here comes the kitten. The animals need to befed,
Nothing new under the sunThis poemhas already been written.Every photohas already been taken.Every thoughthas already been and gone.Your lifehas already been lived by someone else.So...What are you doing?