box

we’re in a box; this box is us:

no, don’t rush to imagine

limits, walls, boundaries; or

clipped-wing-flightlessness;

restrictions, rules, racism; or

nationality, skin-hue, accents;

categories, classes and cages;

this box is a lovely surprise of

limitlessness, imprisonment;

freedom lined with fences;

disappearances, reappearances,

disappointments, then delight;

the universe in, the universe out;

this box is us; this box is love.