boxes

i imagine a world
where boxes
have holes,
billions of them,
fill one
with something,
and it spills over
on all sides,
gushing, crawling
bubbling, dancing
pushing, sucking
vanishing
from one to the other;
impossible
to close,
to cork down,
to preserve for posterity,
or just carry,
boxes
that love
and sing
and do
the magic
of water.