dream from a box
I tended to some dreams
with these hands swollen with might
I opened a box that was just lying around
for so long I did not know
box embedded with brass nails
it moved sometimes a few inches on its own
then settled nestled again in its hinges
it tried once to open itself with a will
some dreams walked out silently
obediently following the wind that flowed
and settled themselves in my lap
this time it’s we who tend them again
