BETWEEN TWO WORLDS

It is hard to see
both inside and out
at the same time.
We blink on and off.

The black tunnel
ends in white,
leads back to darkness
and again to the light,
endlessly,
ceaselessly,
like the sea.

And as day follows night and
night day,
we stay conscious of our waking selves,
glittering crests of ocean waves
by day,
and when day time
is done
become fish in the moonlight
who dream
of the noon-day sun.