Time To Leave the Safe House
Time to leave the lemon trees,
gardens flaked with roses.
Time to slam the bolts back,
break the paint seal on sash frames.
Time to smash the searchlights,
cut the wires on auto-gates.
Time to let the dogs loose,
to form packs in the forests.
Time to roam the streets,
disarmed and sated, open-hearted.
Time to see darkness as nothing
but absence of light, danger
as nothing but safety withdrawn,
absence as nothing at all.