Opening the fourth box

It surprised me that it was colored,

colored blue, in fact, I had never

considered that it might even have

a color, or if did, it would be

a rainbow, but no, it was a

sky blue of different shades, rounded

and soft in places but with a jagged

edge, too, like a sharpened dagger

aimed at what, hearts? At its center,

for it had one of those, too, were

three interlocked boxes, three in one,

and a fourth box off to the side, like

but separate, the only box I was

allowed to open, to find a sky blue

mirror edged in a sky blue flame.

And a voice called it faith.

This poem is submitted to the Poetics prompt at dVerse Poets – what invisible (yet real) thing might you see with a third eye. To see more poems, please visit dVerse Poets.

Photograph: Abstract Blue by Michael Meilen via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.