Inside the egg, the question.
Inside the leaf, the light.
Inside the beak, silence.
Inside the mask, the night.
Inside the yarn, the tangle.
Inside the blue, the why.
Inside the cage, the great escape.
Inside the wings, the high.
Inside the paint, curiosity.
Inside the stich, the gap.
Inside the now, tomorrow.
Outside the lines, the map.
Love that title, the play in it against the poem’s syntax. I particularly like the egg, the leaf, and the stitch (though it also has the gap of a missing letter:-), but the flow throughout is snazzy. the rhymes, so resonant.