I had a box that I kept dearly.
It established its place at the corner.
Watching me silently—hushing my breath.
Grandmas handed it down—closed.
No one dared to open,
It was stored and valued with ignorance.
The quiet box, though, ruled
By its tenets we abide,
But never defied to explore,
That was hidden inside.
One sun and many orbits,
Rotate into the dark void.
And where would light be found?
A search for knowledge that breaks the lock,
And smashes the vintage box to pieces.
One the ground lies
Glass chunks and no music.
Riham El-Ashry is an Egyptian poet, artist, a reviewer and an English language teacher. She finds in writing poetry a consolidation and a way of expressing her feelings. When writing, she feels relieved of life's pressures and routines. She writes Haiku and senryu. It is the simplicity yet profound aspect of haiku that attracts her to this art. She has been a great observer of nature and Haiku is her means to express her love for it. Her works have been published in poetry anthologies, Haiku journals and e-magazines.