A Prize in Every Box
Popcorn in the cupboard prompts
a cascade of childhood memories—
the boxes of ‘Cracker Jack’; once-a-
week-treats, with a treasure in every box.
Sunday brunch at The Owl’s Nest,
dressing in fine clothes, carrying
a purse with a gold strap and wearing
freshly polished Buster Brown shoes.
Acting like a grown-up until the server
invites me to check out the hidden
treasure box filled with trinkets and toys
and I don my childhood antics, once again.
The wonder and joy of not knowing
what one will find on opening the lid.
Though the clock now ticks time away,
maybe we all need to pause: to be
curious again, to be surprised—
to look for buried treasure.