Poetry

Boxed

Just like a cat

Please.

Define the box that you’d like me to jump into.

I’m okay with sometimes being in a too small box.

I’m okay with being a cat.

And as a cat will do, I’ll decide which box to jump into, or not. How long to stay, how long to play.

But don’t make me jump into a cloud out of a plane, with no parachute.

Because I’m not ready to fall and crash and burn.

Not yet ready to sit in the clouds with the angels Not yet ready to be the cloud either.

I’ll stay as a cat for now.

Curious.

Ready to play at jumping in and out of open boxes.