Box in my mind

There is a box

Poised

In the folds of my mind

A keeping place

Of all I know

It has been filled,

Meticulously

My stash of certainty

A pile of control

I spend my days in between those four walls

Crouched. Marveling at my shiny collections.

Days, weeks, years go by

And my horizon is expanded

By lovely other souls

With other boxes

An entirely different collection

Of funky, misshapen truths

My enchantment fades

At these dusty, stale false comforts

Keeping me from others

& others from me

I’ve grown weary of examining the new

Judging for its acceptability

Its place in my box

Recently, I’ve been unpacking

Letting ideas morph and move

To settle anew, in a different room

And I’ve noticed a cob web

In my empty box of certainty

When I go to my mind now

I sit in a room of mystery

With my honest longings and questions

I wrestle, weep, and hope there

Pacing back and forth

Ya know, it feels good to stretch my legs