boxes

My dad left boxes
Boxes of paint 
Boxes of tape
Old boxes, indescribably small
Filled with myriad wonders

She bought him
A big toolbox
But he didn't really use it
He used cardboard
Boxes
Boxes for tools 
Boxes for parts
Boxes for no purpose 
Other than
That's a good box

He built boxes of wood
With smooth, accurate corners
Lids beveled to fit one way
And one way only
Or sliding in a slot
Tight
Right
Done damned well
That's a good box
Sitting there
Waiting to be filled

Maybe a smaller box would feel more full.