For Peggy Goetz’s prompt at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads , a poem about going outside (mind, body, spirit, your choice!).   I’ve been trying to hang with the Real Toads during NaPoWriMo, because it’s a small group of intensely focused poets who gracefully critique each other’s work).   This will also appear on the sidebar at my first and always poetic home, Poets United (proud to be a member!).

Inside, Out

It stirs within him
The call to get out
To explore the
yet to be, yet to see

He stretches,
not wanting
to leave home yet,
but knowing it’s time

The way to the door
is dark, narrow,
but he’ll squeeze
through the gate into…

Bright lights
Much noise
Something pushes him on
Then a woman’s cry –

sharp as a thumbtack and
bright as an Easter bonnet –
sings across the hall:
“It’s a boy!”

© 2013 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil