all you have to do is go

There is a lone dark bird in the sky,
of a kind you have never seen before.
The street is empty at last,
there is not even a breath of breeze,
and so the trees are as still as stones.
No one is watching.
No one sees you slip outside,
and so for a few precious moments
you are unguarded,
and the whole world is an open door,
a wide open gate.
All you have to do is go.