Life Outside The Box Poem by Lori Boulard

There are times when I swear my life is like the daily mail.
I will dress for the occasion, attempt to curb my excitement
for the far-fetched possibilities awaiting me,
and even venture out into the elements
to embrace whatever fate has delivered to my doorstep.

My inner child will conjure up frivolous fantasies of
lottery winnings, undeserved and unpurchased,
warm, heartfelt connections from long lost friends,
or some unsolicited adventure reaching out
to change my Sleeping Beauty into sublime Cinderella.

And, as usual, I’ll gather my paper wits about me,
sigh facing an overabundance of sales pitches,
empty promises and mistaken identities,
and retreat to the familiar comforts of my interior
deciding once again that, at least for today,
exploring my imagination is far more satisfying than
anything tempting me on the colder side of my door.