Inside this tiny box Cramped and fetally reimagined A tiny pinhole, a pin prick of light But from it spills sugar in the road Suffocated by my own actions Gulping for strength   In these compartments, you speak Tightly packaged with your insularity Unable to access the claustrophobic pain around you Selfishly cloistered in your own world Smothering, with relentless words all those close to you   Escape by a thread  A fly ball saved an inch over the fence The loss of a wing but safe landing A dropped stitch after glancing away only momentarily   A swim in the ocean precisely just when Lightning scorched the shore’s breaking waves And took you away Further out there’s only stillness in that deep Stroke to its middle, so hard lapping to solitude Deep, still and dark now with…