I looked closely at the coral, each tiny hole and divot
imagined the diver that picked it up from the sea floor
then put it on the shelf
I looked closely at the book, each letter and curve of the b
imagined the writer that slaved over his desk
then put it on the shelf
I looked closely at the tiny box
full of jewels and designs on top
enough to make your eyeballs spin
opened it up and saw that it was empty
turned the tiny clasp to the left
and put it on the shelf
I am a curious soul
but as it turns out
I should stand in the wind and just look at nothing.