The Box

I'm in the box

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