Be Outside. Poem by Miki Byrne

Step outside the box.
Build fires and be Gypsies.
Let your little space feel huge
And yours alone.

Grow jungles where cats may prowl.
Sit under stars framed by man-made apexes.
Keep your fences mended
And the space within, your own Serengeti.

Refuse the closed doors and windows.
The air, the sky, the very night itself
Calls "Come out! "
Do not have a city-dwellers fear of un-walled spaces.

But find in a garden small
Some of Eden's traces.
A roof of inky softness, a flowers sweet aroma.
Be outside, leave the box. Come home.