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.