Everything fits into little boxes
This hat, that chore, a train trip
And how we know what fits where
Becomes the decisions we face each day.
The hat and its scarf into a plain box
Cleaning the house in a box of confetti
Vacationing fits in a colorful piñata
And happiness in an iridescent bubble.
Each experience packed safely away
Ready to be called up if the season arrives
Be it play, or employment, or enjoyment
When we need to be reminded, we find it
Flattering as it floats in and out of our dreams
The most perfect patterns, like snowflakes
Floating from the sky as if falling stars
Ready to go back into their boxes and wait.