Boxes(For Lyn)

All morning she trawls all over the house looking for boxes...boxes. Box after box she brings or drags up to her Teletubbie room as if she were a little mad scientist & needed boxes...boxes for some mad crazy experiment. I go up to shave my face slowly watching her from the mirror. She lines up her army of boxes... boxes & one by one painstakingly methodically she puts a (box) within a (box) until the box is filled up with boxes (boxes) . Finally one box contains all boxes. I give her a newly shaven kiss as she explains: ”The emptiness was empty so I...filled it up! ”