The box

A gift, a surprise

A protection, resilient

I make small holes and can breathe inside it

I decorate it with beautiful wrapping

A shelter in the storm, it warms me

Time passes and it grows tight

There's no space to grow

Comfort becomes uncomfortable

I'm big now and my stretched legs don't fit

What protected now constrains me

I make an opening and stretch out

A box with legs, but still a box

I don't stand out in the crowd. A boxed world

In the distance a figure stands out

It's strange and different. Not a box

It disturbs those nearby

Its fluidity makes no sense

It stretches, shrinks, tumbles and rolls

I contemplate and desire its freedom

The box's limits prevent me from imitating it.

The discomfort continues

Courageously I move outside.

Fear, vulnerability, exposure

I remain hypnotized

How can it be so relaxed and free?

The storm approaches

I seek shelter in the box

It shrunk! Or was it I who grew?

I close my eyes. I prepare for impact

Water runs down my body. My feet are soaked

Drenched, I contemplate the dreaded storm

Outside the box it's not so dark and scary

I leave it behind. It became small and useless.