Tumbling Boxes

by David B. Swanger

The myriad, many-sided boxes...
The contraptions that are
Our realities,
Tumble through time and space
Hardly ever making contact
With each other.

Sometimes two or more
Boxes intersect and
There comes understanding
And even love
And we can say "it is this" or
"It is that" and
Smile knowing smiles of agreement.

Our boxes can be
Like prison houses...
Binding us to the ground
Of unchanging ideas and beliefs

But by the Grace of God
We can break those
Immaterial shackles
And enter (or create)
A box of another shape...
And another size.