Take The Hint

Pearly blue above,

It’s seventy-two degrees—
Still you are inside.

Dappled shade below—
Birds sing ridiculously,
Beckon you to join them.

re: the unopened present

shake it and hear only waiting silence
open it and find it empty but for
ten words spoken into it so small
and simple a thing it takes no space at
all in a light paper box full of wish
hope long and will that i also carry
compact though uncontained

(How can a heart full of empty weigh so much?)