In the ‘Outside’
by Kevin Cooper
Outside.
Outside was freedom
Opportunity waited outside
Adventure awaits
Almost always alone…
What games can I play
With no one else?
Climb a tree: it becomes
a rocket to the stars,
a pirate ship…
Ride my bike, I’m flying
or in a road race
Outside, the wide world
is mine
No walls, no doors
no silence, no chores
Even when it rains:
outdoors is puddles
and drowning worms
My same world transformed
The street of our block
was a connection to another,
bigger world
It pulls me away with promise
of destination
But here I remain
secure in the familiar;
the places to hide
right outside my front door
Thank you ~ so beautiful. As a child outside was
ReplyDeletemy safe sanctuary as well as a place of play and discovery. Grateful for this reminder. Hope you will continue writing.