Poem: Never knowing If We Are A Song

by Regis Boff


There is only one experience
and we all share in it.
There is no concert
only the hum of being alive.
Nothing affects this evenhandedness.
Certainly not how long
you are allowed to sing.
Eternity is a grooved spinning record,
and we go round and round,
forever guessing if we are a song
or simply the melody.