Little Boxes

You feel it stirring,
deep in the darkness,
behind your wasting appendix,
so light a tickle that you barely dare move for fear of scaring it away,
but you know what it means,
you know what it will try to tell you,
what it will tempt you to do, know
the rush in your chest when you succumb to it,
when you jump into the current, it's been
so many years of sitting on
dry land now my
dear, but
I think we are ready to crawl back out of this cave, are
ready to not only live again but
set the whole
damn
place on
fire.