Beige Cage Poem by Karen Verdello

The grass is patchwork emerald
Conforming to summers hue
Under clear blues skies, the air is warming
And chasing away the dew

I don't know when it happened
Or how it came about
But in this cage I sit alone
Locking the whole world out

Though the world is clearly visible
So inviting and so warm
And to nature's display of grandeur
My eyes are easily drawn

No bars could ever hold me
Contain within me, this rage
But I freely allow the walls and windows
To define the dimensions of my cage