Thinking Inside the Box

  
I much prefer to think inside the box
these days because the cardboard walls provide
a sane asylum, a sanctum  sanctorum 
 for thoughts not fraught with desperation.
This unpaid staycation frees me for contemplation
of happy thoughts like the aesthetics of corrugation,
frees me from  reckless musings on what I can't control,
like the coming recession and vaccination suspicion.
I’m tired of collective consternation and political gall. 
I’ll stick to a lotus position inside my box
and think about  nothing at all.