I'm in the box
Again
I'm trying not to say
Like always
But I can't remember the last time that I was not
It's been so long
I wonder if I imagined it
(Was there really a time
when I felt grass under my feet
or did I imagine it)
Is grass something that I read about
That's a clue for me
The colour
If I remember a thing
It's usually colour
I remember the colour of warmth under my feet
And the somehow dampness
And the light
...
The box is not as dark as you might think
