There is a box suppressed
deep in our chest where
forgotten dreams and consuming passions are
laid to rest.
This wooden crate is packed tight with
crumpled sketches on coffee stained napkins.
Brilliant ideas from enlightening conversations.
A painted canvas full of
life and imperfections
Notebooks spilling with business plans,
poems and powerful intentions.
We've all heard about the bottom billion, how
millions of children can't attend school, how
thousands of them die daily from poverty's rule, how
HIV, malaria and diarrhea are preventable
even treatable, how
we have the tools yet millions still suffer and
die because what they're missing is
me, what they're missing is you.
What the world is missing is
what you have always longed to do-
to provide water, clothing, shelter or shoes.
And to do so following your
boxed in muse.
So I invite you to unpack your crate,
find your spark, light your fuse, and
start something that the world can
truly use.
Then when your box is empty
and your tools are in hand
flip your box upside down
to use it as your voices stand.
Shout your dreams, wave your banners,
plant a seed, pen tomorrow's chapter.
So I say to you standers, you
box top dancers,
Paint all you painters, paint something that captures.
Write all you writers, write something that answers.
Build, all you builders, build something that shelters.
And start, all you starters, start something that matters.
-David Bowden