Boxed In

Jonas got himself into a comfortable position the other day, which inspired a poem.



I see you sitting in a box.
I wonder if you're wearing socks.
You look so relaxed and at peace.
I wonder if you're thinking of geese.
The box used to be full of brand new diapers.
I wonder if we'll see some pipers.
You are so cool, or as we used to say "rad."
I wonder how I'm so lucky to be your dad.