Up the roads on worm-crashing shoes,
I note this wall-eyed, natural panorama stands
on two root feet with a physical surgery
to the sounds of beaks tapping up stabbing chirps.

I can finally shout and learn how to bellow
in this very real, discovered place, formerly
another nowhere.

Tomorrow, I go ten steps further in,
and ten, and the following day,
following, following day,
until my kin have created
my created’s kin, and
my offspring have stitched me
to the floor of us beneath.