I walk as one born again, beneath eves of green.
A road long traveled stretches before me, winding into the unseen.
Behind me is my home, a familiar and welcome sight.
But I walk as one transposed. The familiar sight is wrong and slightly offsetting.
My mind says, “stay, you are comfortable here.”
But my heart beats strong, “go, you must go.”
I find the path with eager feet, willing the world to show its wonders.
A green shoot am I, young and tender to the touch.
I must venture forth, from the known to divine my purpose and gain my sight.
Gods grant us mortals the gift of flight, that I may begin.
Lay upon me creation’s light.