Box Cloud

We take our stuff, we put it in a box, we move the box,

we unpack it, over and over again. We condense our

lives into a box of manageable size, pick it up and

move it someplace new. Our whole lives fit into card-

board cubes, so much stuff. Such an organized

routine of packing up, moving and out, and unloading

our belongings in an explosion of accumulation. So

much stuff, such a weight of possession, it’s a little bit

sad, a little bit funny. The boxes overtake our space.

They explode outward, and collapse around us. They

were once so heavy, full of our life, maybe now they are

empty, their purpose fulfilled, they begin to float, full

of levity, defying gravity, defying the constraints of stuff.