Box Poem by Zvonko Maković

i speak to a box: you are a nice box
you have 6 sides and i can play with you
you are a silent box while you rest
in the kitchen cabinet
you are a sharp-edged box when i run
fingers along your edges
you are a paper box if your
sides are of paper

i speak to the box: you are my box
and you are not my box
you have smooth and rough sides
you have 12 edges you are an octagonal box
you are a moist box and you are a dry box

i speak to the box: you are like the world
because the world is built of boxes
you are a planet because the planet is in a box
i speak to the box: i am a box

Translation: Ellen Elias - Bursaæ