Think about the box
You’re in it
It’s a safe box
A righteous box
A darn good and sturdy box
But it’s small
And sometimes it becomes crowded
And messy
And once it gets tipped on its side
You can crawl out.
Wow. Crawling out of your box
Is scary.
But then the feeling comes back into
Your legs
And then your heart opens wider
Your eyes, once refocused,
See things—
Amazing things,
Like Mr. Squirrel
Who yesterday found a nut
Outside his box,
Buried it—the nut, that is
And chided you for being
Too afraid to step out
Happy Birthday.
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