Space
An open tract
An empty region
A vast expanse.
Spaciousness, yet bounded
For the purpose of protection
From the threat of occupation
In the name of good intention.
Space is valuable for itself, I say,
Not just to fill, not just to use,
A spacious place is a place to breathe,
To open up to nature's ease
And find the natural lines of flow,
Where fresh ideas and talents grow.
Respect my space and I will yours,
A world less cluttered is a worthy cause.
This poem was written first thing in the morning in response to the thought of a whole day without interruption or intrusion.
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