When you open this box,
bassoons play: autumn 
light slants across cattails 
where redwing blackbirds 
nest at a pond. When you 
close the box, juniper 
crackles in a fireplace;
you try to reopen the lid, 
but this black box stays shut; 
it has the shape of a decahedron
and resembles obsidian.
Now you swivel the top 
and bottom halves: 

it opens into emeralds 
sinking into black water;
a humpback whale sings, 
another responds, a third calls;
swiveling it shut,
you thirst for water.
Drinking water from the tap,
you are only thirstier;
as you pivot around the space,
the triangular walls
stretch into starlight,
and you wonder what
is this box you’re now inside of.