Boxes

Lea Paas Lang

My family likes boxes

Little wooden ones line the mantel

Plastic ones hold our belongings

a bigger one

Holds us

In mortar and brick, the box

Held me for a time

A time

Has come that the box is small

And I am too big to fit, too much

But my feet can't step

Out

They don't want to leave all I love

In a box 

But it's comfortable and warm and full

I don't blame them for wanting to stay

I don't blame them for wanting to stay

Because the box is not one of conformity

Or perfection

It's just a place to live

A box

And my family likes boxes