Envious of life beyond the glass cage
watching as time passes with each season’s change
longing for some greater adventure
a leap of faith, a risk, so far untaken.
Fear of change, thoughts of “it could be worse”
but standing caught between reality and dream
– a fence rider.
Bit by bit, emerging as from a fitful slumber –
eyes first, toes testing waters, but
fear of failure drives a return to the known.
Persistently dreaming of life beyond the walls
of safety, of conventionality, of knowing the rules.
When we come to the end of life, will we have done
all we could muster – breaking free of shackles binding,
or just passed our time in the shadow-life of the box
envious ’til the last drop?
If the human is caught within the box,
is it dead, or alive? And, does it matter?
Box dwellers must scratch, claw, and climb
out of the box, stretching like a feline yoga master – into the sunlight
which honors beauty and creativity
and all the things we cannot be –
within the box.