The World In a Box

Yes, I did once, press my nose against a window, my eyes wide and bright with wishes. The shops back then were fully stocked with the world, they offered portable chunks of it, mountain ranges, great rivers and cities, stores hung them from hooks like high hopes. Of course, I was impressed, what kid wouldn't be? Snice then, I have carried home most of the world, it lives undisturbed, in a shoe box somewhere in my garage, I never feel the need to open it. Nose pressed against window glass, small backyard sparrows capture all of my attention now.