The Two Boxes

The Two Boxes

And, in a distant dream, I had a choice

Of opening one of the two locked boxes

The smaller was plain and much lighter than the larger box

Full of decoration and promise

And I covered myself from my nakedness

And her erotic eyes that gestured a decision from me

And, one of the boxes I opened and one I discarded

And later, much later, when dreams are elusive

And the journey of clothes a burden

I sit and reflect on opening the bigger box of greed and emptiness

That needed filling with worldly treasures that stale the air

And when the box was full, the smiling lady removed my hand

From my shyness and demanded the key to the big box

Full of gold and priceless ivory and rubies

And I wept tears of sorrow and stupidity at choosing life’s wrong box

Of happiness, by a man who’s eyes he covered before clothing himself

3oth December 2011 : Caravan