Wind in a Box

INSPIRED BY ONE OF JOSEPH CORNELL'S BOXES


It was all mapped out for her – school, husband, children;

she followed, listened, obeyed, submitted, and then she was 50.

 

Children grown and gone, husband passed on

she found herself surrounded by white walls.   Her perfect

life, all mapped out, carefully planned, followed a straight line

and had the richness of clean and white.  She reveled in its comfort

and its security;

 

until one solitary evening, from the whiteness of her room

she looked out her white window and saw blue --

a beautiful blue sky hung high beyond her reach,

it invited her into its serenity, beckoned her to observe its hue

 

of deep solace, as blue as peace.

 

She sauntered up close

to the clean lined edges of her perfect window,

climbed

to leave behind all that was planned

to melt blindly into a new blue bliss….