Unboxed

 You fling it open for the first time/but I’m gone
 
 A box that held my dreams
 A box that was my vision board
 A box of changing aspirations
 A box that captured transitions
 
 You fling it open with suspicion/ but relax
 
 It shows flowing water
 It shows many versions
 It shows evolution of spirit
 It shows unending journeys
 
 You fling it open with curiosity/but confused
 
 There are no walls to separate
 There are spaces - undefined
 There is a door, and a choice
 A door held in place - by choice
 
 You fling it open/ but don’t know how to shut  
You fling it open, but I'm gone

Poetics: Beginning at the End

Line chosen from the following prompts

• “As if we could hear music inside the words” Gail Newman ~ Trust
• “Airless and unloved, in the dank basement of the mind” L. Igloria ~ A Reparation
• “Call me to lie down in fragrance.” D. Margoshes ~ Season of Lilac
• “So close that your sea rises with my heat” C.Perez ~ Love in a Time of Climate Change
• “The clear vowels rise like balloons” S.Plath ~ Morning Song
• “You fling it open for the first time/ but I’m gone” M Kahf ~ Wall