Simon Brown


Wellington - Poem by Simon Brown

The view from up high
(and there are many high places here)
of the city and harbour at night
is so beautiful
that it makes me wonder
if we were made to be outside
with the sky above us
the world before us
the wind upon us
everything open to us
so that to take a creature
intended for so much freedom
and put him in some little space
with four walls around
is to cut him off from everything
that sustains him
whether he knows it
or not

When night comes
step outside
and go up high

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 22, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 5, 2011


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