There is a Rhinoceros in a shoebox
underneath my bed.
I hear it banging about in there
when I try to sleep.
I wish I could just release it
but that would be crass.
The city isn't ready for all
of the chaos I've been keeping.
There is a Rhinoceros in a shoebox
underneath my bed.
I peek under the lid sometimes
and make sure it can breathe.
It takes a lot of energy to keep
a secret for long.
Especially when that secret
has thicker skin than you.
There is a Rhinoceros in a shoebox
underneath my bed.
Sometimes, when I close my eyes
I feel like I'm the one in there.
And I want to destroy everything
that holds me captive.
It's lonely in this shoebox,
but no one knows I'm here.
Rachel J. Clark
it's beautiful how you ride the metaphor all the way through until it achieves reality while you become the metaphor.
ReplyDeletei have the same box but i keep a hawk in there.
it doesn't so much want to destroy, as just fly free of earth.
lovely write, rach
rick