The Box, by David

I will put in my box

the touch of a warm winter jacket

her hand intertwined with mine

the sound of tinny music through old speakers

I will put in my box

a spot of shade on a hot summer day
the knowledge of a father’s love
long nights spent staying awake

I will put in my box

the act of listening
the feeling of pain
the triumph of love

I will put in my box

old memories and new ideas
the universe and a single atom
peace, common sense, and something to explain it all

My box is wrought from glass and electricity and water
novels on the sides and a heart on the top
it is made with the love and care of a grandmother

I shall live in my box
the love of my friends all around
a perfect little world inside and out
a paradise in a single thought