Self-Made Box

Sunny yellow walls, personal Listening Tom

eavesdropping on unspoken words:

A curious collection of light and dark,

of blue sky possibilities and long drowning drops

beyond a locked window, there for the opening;

remaining shut.

A box of unique and unremarkable fingerprint smudges:

mutely morse the dits and dots, the "I's" and "Oh's,"

a desperate language of its voluntary prisoner,

too fearful to try and fail or succeed.