The Box

Its gloomy inside the box
not quite airtight, but sealed.
You know every nook and cranny,
for you’ve been in there
for such a long,  long, time.

Have you never wondered
what goes on outside?
Never cut a peephole
through which to observe this
from at least one side?

Better still how about cutting
a big rectangle in one wall?
Cut top and bottom
and only one side.
Yes! its a door,

to be carefully opened
so as not to damage
the hinge - 
that’s why I didn’t let you
cut the fourth side.

Now you can escape.
Now you can see what’s going on;
what’s been making all that noise
to which you’ve listened for years
through the box’s thin walls.

Now you can see the ‘outsiders’,
tell them what its like ‘inside’
perhaps invite one or two of them
in through your ‘door’, to share
with you a nice cup of tea.