By Daniel W. Shegrud
A parcel on the porch
A package, a packet, a box
Retrieved, transported, it sits on the table
Unwrapped, exposed, the bare box makes its claim
“Beautiful”, it says, “Beautiful in a Box”
Beautiful? In a box? Is it possible?
Can it be so?
Can beautiful be boxed? Contained? Constrained?
Conformed to the crate that holds it,
To the six sides that surround it?
A curious conundrum
Seal broken, box opened, four flaps folded back
User guide on top, demanding to be read
“Beautiful simplified, defined, refined,
All excess trimmed away
No fuzz, no dross, no padding,
Only Beautiful purified”
Packing peanuts, bubble wrap, styrofoam hit the floor
Beautiful, beneath it all, awaits
Hefted, hoisted, lifted, free, exposed to light, it challenges,
Looking, peering, gazing, searching
Top to bottom, back to front, side to side
No color, no hue, no tint, no shade,
Nothing to distract the eye
No angle, no curve, no bulge, no wrinkle,
Nothing to offset the balance
Neither heavy nor light, neither large nor small
Nothing to over-awe or underwhelm
No experience, no relationship, no confusion, no pain
Neither joy nor sorrow nor heartbreak nor triumph
Is there truth to be found?
Is there substance within?
Can form be allowed to trump meaning?
Can it possibly serve a purpose?
Can it calm a troubled mind or soothe a broken heart?
Can it speak, soul to soul?
Where is the aching, the longing, the pining?
What gives it a narrative?
Who tells of the testing, the struggle, the victory?
What hope can be given,
What courage bestowed,
What knowledge conveyed
From a beautiful void of all reality?
No dross, no fluff, no baggage,
No bulge, no wrinkle, no curve,
No color, no tint, no hue,
Nothing that speaks of character or brags of sacrifice,
That cries for empathy or pleads for mercy
Nothing that gives it a point
Or justifies the labor of creation
It evokes no amazement or wonder,
No scrutiny or caricature
It is worthy of nothing more sacred than pity,
Supplanted by apathy,
On its way to obscurity
Beautiful simplified, defined and refined
Is no beautiful at all
Replaced, repacked, four flaps folded and sealed
Beautiful in a Box is laid to rest with the other trash
And I turn my eyes to life, to love, to family, to friends
To seek Beautiful where Beautiful exists
I seek true Beautiful
I seek Beautiful...
Copyright Daniel W. Shegrud 2013, All Rights Reserved