Out.
To be outside, walking, moving.
When I am here, I want to be there.
When I am out, I want to be in
then out again on the mountains
staring wistfully at the sky. Why?

Slow… breathe
take in the moment.
Inside, I can’t sit too long
I get achy, stiff.

In school
seated on hard chairs
in cold classrooms
looking out at the sunlit sky
I wanted to be free.
See.

Back rigid neck stiff
paying attention
being the ‘good girl’.
A perfect-prefect after all.

During your workday
your mind and body are
owned
by the car the train
the corporate mantra
constrained body
folded
into work chairs.

At home with young children
your body is not your own.
Groan.
Lifting feeding carrying,
aching arms and back.

The back gives in.
Never again
to sit on a soft couch.
Rather lie on the floor and
Be.

Be
out in the sunshine
ever moving ever wandering
wondering.
Yes
Breathe.