The World is its Own Museum

Source: Favim

What is this box of shapes

that I'm assembling?

It is not a question to ask. 

Say I assemble a box of shapes

as every human does, because my eye,

lighting on them, likes them,

because "life" is an inversion of "file",

because the world is its own museum. 

It is not a question to ask,

running one's finger over the

dusty contours of the unidentified. 

I assemble a box of shapes

as every human does,

watching them gather dust

in their corner—as we all

clutter our corners with the unidentified.

We are collectors all, and our

collections are collectors too,

collecting dust. 

Still I assemble a box of shapes

because my eye, lighting on them,

likes them--as my eye (come fresh

from the dazzle of afternoon

into the gloomy entranceway) lights too

with pleasure upon the hall

table where one has placed

the bowl of what's currently blooming. 

~ Robyn Sarah