The Box
A box is in front of me
It’s empty and cozy
It’s no different than any other box
It can be filled with stocks
It can be filled with rocks
It can be filled with socks
You name it
But it’s just a box
Or is it
I can fit in the box
I can close my eyes and imagine things
I can imagine I’m in the circus
Music playing, and animals ginormous
Clowns and acrobats everywhere
Lion tamers and elephants
That can walk on two legs without even a care
I can imagine I’m in a pirate ship:
I am the captain
A man who sails the oceans
And steals with his crew
But imagination can go further
And I can pretend to be in bunker
Waiting for the sirens to end
As the planes over head start shooting tons of lead
I can imagine I’m in Antarctica
Playing with the penguins
I can imagine I’m in Madagascar
Playing with the dolphins
I can imagine I’m in France
Taking a picture atop the Eiffel Tower
I can imagine I’m in a bingo game
Playing for hours and hours...
Okay maybe not a bingo game
But nonetheless the same
It’s still a box and a box it will stay
But once inside
Something magical takes your breath away
















