Tomorrow they will rise, expecting the yellow of the sun and the ring of life laughing as it plays in the streets.
Pandora’s box
I always think it’s more fun to read a poem without any blurb or description beforehand. A blurb might curtail your imagination and we wouldn’t want that. However, I will refer to and expound on some parts of the poem in the reflection section so you can see my interpretation.
Also, if you would like to experience the poem the way I do, re-read the penultimate stanza a few times on a loop as quickly as you can, then read the last stanza.
Also, comment down below if you know the piece of literature that I quote from in the poem.
A solitary plane in the moonlight. The stars are quiet, burning softly. For they know not what comes.
What the plane has unleashed into the night: A box. Just a simple box. Falling slowly.
As it descends its borders seem to blur until it transforms from an object into an emotion Now there is only the sense of falling, the tremor, the confusion of the heart as it is displaced from its home in the haven of the chest, as it rises to the throat and hovers there, quivers there, expectant
It lands; but it does not yet wake the sleepers. Tomorrow they will rise, expecting the yellow of the sun and the ring of life laughing as it plays in the streets.
But the box is open now, and it is their hearts that quiver as the earth falls:
weeping, no sun but violence in the sky the wind writhing in torment tearing the clouds asunder the elements furious, a voice was heard in Ramah lamentation and bitter...
They seek the source, scour and search. But the box is fragments now, broken by its own power. They are left to quiver and to fall and to burn Whilst a solitary plane flies silent amongst the tumult of the skies.
The World in Verse 