My Box

I enter my box.
My seat to sit.

I rest inside it,
the room of peace.

The place where thoughts cease,
and calm warm winds flow.

The seat to see the world float by.
A cube of sky in twisted earth.
A breath of peppermint air among the bees and darts of the day.

I enter my box,
and drift away.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.