The Container Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

I searched and searched for too many years
for that special enclosure. And when I found
each one by one I stashed them in neat rows

on my collection shelves.
Some were made in Morocco, some in Persia
and my preferred came from Russia. It's not
that I minded the kaleidoscopic designs from

the Arabian peninsula and the Maghreb.
It's that I related to them only in a precisely
geometric manner instead of straight from the

heart like with the Slavic tiny boxes.
There's something about the lacquer that holds
the soul comfortable. There's something

soothing about the fairy tales of my childhood.
Ah, and the color hues enhance their archetype.