Thinking Inside the Box

I much prefer to think inside the box

these days because the cardboard walls provide

a sane asylum, a sanctum  sanctorum 

 for thoughts not fraught with desperation.

This unpaid staycation frees me for contemplation

of happy thoughts like the aesthetics of corrugation,

frees me from  reckless musings on what I can't control,

like the coming recession and vaccination suspicion.

I’m tired of collective consternation and political gall. 

I’ll stick to a lotus position inside my box

and think about  nothing at all.