October 2–8 ❘ Good
Good
It was good of you to see me in my box
and not pull me out,
but instead climb inside to admire
dovetail joints and woodgrain waves,
to sit on worn cushions where I think
and ask questions, guessing at answers.
It was good of you to coax me to stand,
to steady me as I peered over the edge
at green plains rippling like water
and flat mountains at the horizon
like torn blue paper,
promising I would visit one day.
It was good of you to boost as I climbed over,
to hold as I slid down,
to not sigh as I hugged the wall,
standing still for so long.
You walked with me in halting circuits,
always returning home.
It was good of you to love me first
so I would know how to love others
in all their comfortable boxes.
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