Look out of any window…
Dividing the morning
And the evening
And the day into thirds
What’s a window but a box for the sky?
And what’s the sky but a box full of birds?
And what’s a bird but a box for our dreams?
And what’s a dream but a box full of words?
And what’s a word but a box full of meaning?
And what does it mean to be a box at all?
Does it need to hold something?
Does it need to hold rain?
What is rain but a song about a river?
And what is a river but a way for water to fall?
This river flows out and around some corner
To meet the ocean
To answer its call
We see it all from where we stand
Through your eyes we see it plain
We’re going home tomorrow
We’re going home broken
Shattered by beauty
It’s hard to explain
But what is beauty but a box for love?
And what is love but a box for pain?
What is pain but a box for mercy?
Just like the ocean
… Is just
A box of rain
—
And what do you want me to do?
To give credit where credit is due?
This poem was titled for a tune
And inspired by it too.
I wrote this poem today,
but the song itself was written
over 50 years ago
by Rober Hunter,
that’s who.
