Rita Dove – Dec. 5, Fun with Chairs

My chair sometimes feels like this, “ the raft I pile my dreams on”. And beware of boxes.

Island

A room in one's head

is for thinking

outside of the box,

though the box is still

there—cosmic cage,

Barnum's biggest, proudest Ring.

My land: a chair, four sticks

with a board laid across:

This is the raft

I pile my dreams on, set out to sea.

Look for me, shore.