Poetry

Can You See The Light?

A poem of renewal

Photo by Zane Lee on Unsplash

There once was a box
That sat on a shelf
It sat on a shelf in the hall
It wasn’t too deep
And it wasn’t too wide
It wasn’t too short
Or too tall
Rectangular grey
It sat day by day
It went quite unnoticed by all

The box had four sides
A bottom and top
Of metal-edged glass, it was wrought
All painted, and yet
Some bits had flaked off
Where the glass glistened through
No one gave it a thought
At the apex a ring
A curious thing
Unused since the box had been bought

So the box on the shelf
Had been all but forgot
By whoever positioned it there
What was it for?
Why did it wait?
Will anyone come?
Does anyone care?
Its purpose concealed
Will soon be revealed
To all who may pass, so beware