"Twenty-Two Years"

For Dylan Thomas

Twenty-two years my eyes have seen past.
(Though closed they remain to much of what has come before.)
In the shrinking box that is love came the walls crowding ’round me
The unexpected package in the mail
Amidst the snowstorm that has covered my own address.
Wearing only hat for head, and no sweater for chest,
My hands willing to tear tape from cardboard,
Instead I crawl inside without knowledge of the container’s will
I am confined to mind separate from heart.