We live in boxes,
stacked often not so neatly
on top of each other, or
in rows, uneven in shapes –
but never ever the same,
day in and day out.

Today I opened one box,
a gift package looking unostentatious.
To my surprise, it was but a cyber room
peopled by poets, talented and prolific,
gracious, encouraging.  Instantly,
with their kind words, I felt at ease.

This is the box where dwells
the poets in Passions in Poetry.
It now occupies an exciting,
challenging part of my otherwise
uneventful, ordinary life..
I am home.I live here.