We collect things, hence we have invented the box:-
the in-box,
the out-box,
the not sure why so I’ll put-it-in-a-cupboard box.

Where would we be without the box
to label,
embellish and
stack?

– without the colours of Christmas decorations,
mustiness of old photographs,
or twinkle of precious jewellery?

– without the tiers of celebration cakes,
blister packs of pills,
or donations for a good cause?

Without a box, we are left with a higgledy-piddledy pile of uncollectables:-
the spontaneous laughter at the same old story from way past its sell by date,
the fate of the lost canard in that restaurant which had a name and was abroad,
and the unforgettable journey we shared together in the same lifetime.